#i pumped these out in the past 2 nights pls save me............

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Here’s the Trailblazer Trio! These are new prints debuting at ACEN next weekend!

[gra-sonas]

Tagged by my boo @blaidddrwg1982, thank you kindly, sir ❤️ Tagging everyone who’s in the mood to do this. 🙌

Name: I go by grasonas everywhere

Star sign: ♑️

Height: 1,74m/5'7

Time: 10:30 am CEST

Birthday: I’m a winter baby

Favorite band/artist: all time favorite band: a-ha, otherwise there are sooo many pop/rock artists/bands I like, it’s hard to pick one tbh. I’m also a huge fan of classical music, Bach and Mozart being among my favorites

Last movie: The Gray Man on TV, Elvis at the cinema

Last show: Hearstopper every day (yep, 3 months later and I’m still watching it on a daily basis), recently I also watched Stranger Things S4 and Virgin River S4

When did I create this blog: May 2019 iirc. My initial blog (grasonas without the hyphen) was established in 2011 tho, but I lost it in the Great Tumblr Purge 2K18 🥺😭 (still not over it tbh)

What I post: mainly RNM/Malex/Vlamburn etc, occasionally Hoechlin (❤️‍🔥). I’m waiting for RNM to be over (😔) before I post about other stuff. My Drafts are filled to the brim with Heartstopper posts, so that might be more prominent come September. 🍂

Last thing I googled: I don’t google, I DuckDuckGo (fantastic search engine that won’t track your every move, f*ck Google ☺️) and I looked up what 1,74m is in feet 🤪

Other blogs: I have the attention span of a gnat, I couldn’t handle a sideblog. We post everything on main in this house ✌️

Do I get asks: I do, and it’s one of my favorite things. Shoutout to all my lovely nonnies 💕

Following: around 60 or so

Average hours of sleep: 5-7 (7 is the goal, most nights it’s between 6-7, that’s way up from ~5 hrs I used to get for years tho, so that’s progress)

Instruments: piano and English flute (I haven’t played either in years tho)

What I’m wearing: it’s a t-shirt & sweatpants kind of day

Dream job: one that gives me purpose, makes me happy, and pays well 🤡

Dream trip: PATAGONIA 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Nationality: German (with Viking ancestry 😋)

Favorite songs: there are currently 446 songs saved in my Favorite Tracks, and that’s just favorites from the past year or so, can’t list them all 😵‍💫 My all time favorite is Take On Me (a-ha forever 💕)

Last book I read: recently re-read RWRB, so pumped for the movie!!! I mostly (almost exclusively) read fanfic otherwise

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1/ the one where our poor planet doesn’t burn to a crisp bc of corporate greed, and those least responsible have to suffer the most severe consequences

2/ the one where queer people are allowed to just be and don’t have to fight for equality/basic human rights on a daily basis (let alone fear for their lives if the wrong people found out)

3/ the one where people with uteruses have the bodily autonomy to decide what’s best for their life/health, and people get paid equally

Bonus universe: the one where white/rich/conservative assholes don’t ruin it for everyone else (I guess that’s just universes 1-3 combined 🙃)

(Also, the Heartstopper Universe, I’d like to find the Charlie Spring to my Nick Nelson, pls 🥺)

[archonsabyss]

what did i tell you: if you scream i'll hear you~ look at you screaming about acotar! about the canonical event that is loving tamlin~ just you wait babes! i'm so happy for you picking up this book. and yes LUCIEN IS THAT GUY! honestly lucien is the bestie we all need. he has so much personality and he's so clutch in the first few books.

looking back at acotar now, it's interesting to see how the series turns out. rumor has it that she'll write another book for acotar; i kinda hope so! silver flames is.... it's a book alright 🙃

of course i'll scream for you and every atiny in there! i fully intend to lose my voice my mind my LASHES over these boys! i cannot wait!!! i'll be sure to take photos and videos for you but just know: i am a terrible singer and my cameraperson skills are not good. i'll dm them to you to save myself the embarrassment 🥰

i'll trade weather with you any day. i love the cold! i rather be cold and layered up than hot and barely dress. here where i'm at, the hotter months can get too humid for comfort. it's a no bueno for me babes >.< but i'll survive (i hope)

thank you for being open about losing interest in things, and how life has been for you as of late. if you ever wanna talk about things, feel free to dm me~

also PLS that unclench jaw thing was as much for me as it was for you! i swear at times i feel like my jaw rivals that of a minecraft character it's so tense!! 😭😭😭😭😭

also also are you following this kendrick/drake beef? are you as well fed as i am? bc i'm thriving! all these diss tracks i'm so pumped

lots of love babes c:

my walls were up, heart guarded, and I've gotten through acotar well protected from Tamlin haha. I finished acomaf this morning too (I'm adding onto this days later after finishing acomaf, acowar, and acofas) Idek how but I binged all them! Sleepless nights paid off ig.

I haven't started silver flames yet. I don't think I will for a while. And a new book? Interesting. Very interesting 👀. Acotar was also not what I expected at all, it was alot.. more complicated and twisted... I felt immense anger and sadness for a number of reasons. To describe it, a world without color. a gray room with black clouds circling me. Gloomy, trapped, and ultimately, scary. I can't fully explain it but I just couldn't be happy while reading (in a way that I love!! I'm not saying it's not a good book or I didn't enjoy it!!). I just think my soul gripped onto it a little too deeply. Despite it being fantasy fiction, it was real. Fuck, it was- really heart shattering. They had their happy moments I know, but I don't think I can ever accept a happy-ish ending. (to me) they seem prone to suffer eternally. that's the feeling this series gives me. talk about unsettling and disturbing (I'm that person)🙏🏻. I feel the same about Fourth Wing too. Even if there is an official Happy ending, it won't ever feel settling for me. My soul will never rest easy or smile joyfully.

Dear friend, I'm a horrible singer as well😍 so you'll get no judgement from me whatsoever! Also I'll drop my socials if you want another way to send them, whatever platform you want and will be most convenient.

I'M SORRY NO! YOU CANT TAKE MY WEATHER FROM ME. I'm a winter baby thro and thro. I'll kidnap you for the winter and then you can go back after, so long as you kidnap me during ur winters too. We see eye to eye on this too! I also just happen to love jackets and wearing layered clothes so winter I feel right at home. I buy more jackets than any other clothes. My city is mostly windy and cold. Winter days more than summer days. In the past, our summers were extremely hot but as of late, they're getting less and less. Actually, we're known to have every kind of weather/season in a single day. The weather is insane so u can never truly dress appropriately. You'll probably have to have 2 outfits if you're going out in the morning and coming home late.

You know what's funny? (not really), but being open is something that comes easy to me. Specifically when it comes to dealing with emotions. Infp really kicks in (if I even know the MBTI to that extent. I don't. I'm just.. guessing lol). But thank you🌷 You'll forever be remembered because of this.

HELP ME. minecraft. Now that u mention it yes. the comparison has my jaw aching.

I'm not following any drama >_<. my social media is as dry as my love life and socal life. I'm head in the clouds floating aimlessly lolol. Only thing I know is that there's beef🙈 Cook a delicious steak and enjoy Babes.

Ps, I pour a lot of thought and attention into responding to your asks🥺 which is why my replies are often delayed. I already know know you understand so I'm not necessarily explaining myself. Much like how we're usually on the same page about other things! I just want you to know I love taking my time to write back! (anyone who drops into my inbox is important to me). Thank you 🌷

# rambling about rhysand.

but make it detailed and unnecessarily long

(forgive me)

Read at Will ✋

So─ I do like Lucien - ish. BUT MORE than anything! Above all else, I'm wholeheartedly in love with the kind of person Rhysand is!! (I know it's definitely not surprising, I'm just another girl amongst girls) but he is everything. everything to me. It's the way he acts, the way he talks, the way he thinks. The depth of his character and what it has become to me. He's not only strikingly beautiful but an incredibly comforting and well written character. It goes beyond his described appearance, the way his personality is lathered specs of starlight; which sounds corny but I can't explain it any other way. It's more than that– it's just who he is! While I've often connected other characters with the night, shadows, moon, and stars, with Rhysand, it feels different. As if I'm traversing a dream where he holds my hand and guides me through a terrifying darkness, where sometimes I'm lost and other times I'm just at a standstill. (which now that I think about it, is exactly as it was written). He's a warmth that tickles my soul.

Closing my eyes and seeing nothing but pitch black, I can see him there and my heart feels secure, free to simply exist. I understand why so many people have placed him at the top of their lists assuming our reasons align. I think he may have just become one of my most comforting characters ever. I see stars. many times I've pressurized & forced myself to attach to a character (u get what I mean right?). I've loved a great many through out my life, some spark an interest that eventually fades, it's happened with almost every interest I've had and it's a normal thing. But then there are those that actually leave a mark. Rhysand has truly wrapped my body, mind, and soul in a blanket of stars😍 he's so perfect. And the association with things like the moon or stars ect now belongs to him, (quick mention of azriel because secretly we're married. and now that I think about it.. why am I seeing wonwoo 🫣). God I love Azriel.

By now idk what I wrote😅 I've had a long day and a few sleepless nights so it's catching up to me. It's always a pleasure to story dump lolol.

I admit I don't think I've paid close enough attention to details (I try but unfortunately I'm not like those who can, I'm hardly perceptive or detail oriented. Like I'm reading in the moment where page after page my mind goes blank🙈) I'm learning to accept that u don't need to know all the ins and outs of a book. It's okay to not know what chapter this and that happens, or find the hidden Easter eggs, or realize the foreshadowing. It's okay to read and forget, to read and not put 2 and 2 together. It's okay to read and not fully comprehend the plot because that happens often. But that's not the point. The point is Rhysand!! The way I went from skepticism to adoring and admiring him. He's a green forest and there's not much to hate from me🤷🏻‍♀️. I love him and it's just that. What's actually hard for me to admit out loud "irl" is how I yearn for love, that in secretly a very big romantic. AND RHYSAND is the man I see myself with (tho impossible). All these abstract notions and characteristics I've pondered for years? They've materialized into Rhysand, embodying the very essence of all these thoughts and qualities. Try being this delusional😭. The way I finally get to know Rhysand is that faceless figure in my dreams. WHY This is important to me? Because I want to find someone I can treat the way Rhysand treats Feyre. So I relate to him as well (wow). It's also important for me to admit that it may be the timing of it as well (rhysand and my current emotional state). Reading acotar when my heart yearns for love, intimacy??? I'll be sulking for a good while. I adore Rhysand and Feyre through the red and green flags. I believe in love, I love the idea of love, I love love. And I'm a fool for denying and not realizing it before (but romance will forever be my favorite genre. I now see that I'm truly a romantic). As I grow older no matter the reality and toxicity of relationships I'm exposed to, nothing dampens the way I see and think about love and relationships.

[horanghoe]

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One (3/3 - FINALE)

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Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (1 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (2 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (3 / 3) - FINALE

Author: spookyhyuck

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung, or Hoshi / Reader

Rating: 18 + (Part 3 AKA THIS PART includes NSFW smut, swearing throughout)

Genre: Supernatural AU / Fluff / Angst / Smut / General A/B/O goodness heh

Warnings (Other): Swearing used throughout; smut mentioned only in part 3 but sexual/adult references throughout. Mentions of heat, A/B/O power play, etc. Mentions of being cornered by males in the first part. One night stands. Let me know if you want me to add anything else here!

Warnings (Part 3 Smut): A lot of power play, consensual throughout. Slight use of bad-mouthing and downgrading. Hand restriction, spanking. Fluff at the end. Mentions of the usual A/B/O filth!

Synopsis: Bitten by a stray dog, you thought you would be able to sail through this weird illness, no problem. Well, you thought wrong. Got scared, changed your biological path and found love along the way. Oh, fate. You cruel, cruel mistress.

Word Count: 14,845 (14.8k / Total Approx. 40k)

Special mentions: @slightlymore /@slightlymore-main, literally everyone I coerced into proofreading this and not expressing its 101 page length,@chocolvte , and lastly @raibebe

Artistic property of spookyhyuck - all rights reserved. Reposting and modifying of any medium is not permitted.

/ SMUT BEYOND THIS LINE / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAST THIS LINE /

After about twenty minutes or so, the two of you and the quiet driver arrived at the packs’ tall suite-turnt-apartment building, just past 2:38 AM.

Due to the winter sky, it was pitch black and ice cold to any passer-by. Most people were fast asleep in their homes. Only creatures of the night and city misfits were out at this hour. Which side would you fall into, you wondered?

Hoshi helped you wiggle out of the black car that rushed you both there, bothering you like a mother-hen about your aching muscles. He scooped your legs up bridal-style until you reached the doors, dropping you gently.

It was endearing, and a little embarrassing, but you were grateful for the saved struggle of battling with every steep step up towards the huge glass doors.

“Do you think you can walk alright? Everything’s marbled in here, so it might be a bit cold, but - oh yeah, Jeonghan brought those slippers...”

You nodded up at his caring voice. “Soonie, thanks, I should be alright. Promise. As long as we don’t have to go too far? I might have a bit of a different answer for you if we’re going up to the top level on only stairs?”

“No, no, God no - there are two lifts. We should be fine.”

Even though you weren’t exactly sure what ‘fine' meant in this context or what exactly it entailed, you didn’t press him for an answer. He was tired. You could tell by the dip in his voice and the way he stretched his arms out, hands immediately resting on your body to support your hips and back.

So you let him breathe a few huffs of steadying winter air, waiting for Jeonghan to make it back down to the entrance. Hoshi had explained along the way that the security guards were called somewhere else for the rest of the week; hence the slim opportunity to sneak you in and not cause a whole breaching issue.

Thankfully - ironically - neither of you could feel the biting air on your skin. Hoshi’s thick coat kept him covered and your heat acted as a thermal pump inside of your body. It did help clear your mind a little though.

“Soonyoung,” You started with a curious tone. Hoshi looked up at you, flicking his phone into his pocket after sending a final text to his brother. “You might have failed to mention that I look absolutely ridiculous in this get-up.”

Hoshi laughed in shock, shaking his head at your scrutinising eyes in the glass doors reflection.

“Stop it, you look cute.”

You squinted up at him. “Cute?”

“Yeah,” He chuckled, placing a surprise kiss on your nose with a pout. He moved before you could poke him away and you blanched at his action. “Cute! That hoodie suits you. You can have it if you want.”

Well, now you felt sick.

“Have - Soonyoung, it’s a Balenciaga hoodie. I am never taking this out of your sight.” He laughed fully, cracking through the noise of cars in the night's endless city street percussion.

“Why not? You look good in my clothes, pup. You should wear them more often.”

Jeonghan couldn’t have opened the doors at a better time.

With a firm hand pressing to your back, you were guided by Hoshi out of the chilly air and into the building’s wide entry hall.

The floor was covered in obnoxiously expensive white marble, with one lift to the right and one to the left, as described. No one else was here, so you presumed whoever did work here, did so during the day.

Once inside, you acknowledged Jeonghan’s presence. As he did, yours.

“Hiya. You must be Y/N? My name’s Jeonghan, I’m Soonyoung’s older brother. Welcome.”

“Hi.” You mumbled, clearing your throat to project your voice more confidently.

“Yeah, my name’s Y/N! Thank you for having me, and sorry for any inconvenience.”

“No worries, nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Smiling politely, you both bowed your heads.

Standing back up, you took in each other’s appearances. A few tense seconds felt like an eternity. But strangely, you weren’t met with the coldness you had expected. He was judging your character, and it was revealing.

Jeonghan was tall and uniquely slender with long bleached hair tucked behind his hairs. It suited him. He wore joggers, but you knew that if Hoshi was anything to go by there weren’t any high street items in either of their closets. Yellow eyes were apparent and a thin iris had settled to indicate the pick-up of your heat-deep scent, but his smile persisted.

He had seen the way you had reacted when opening the door. Shifting closer to his brother’s body and dipping your eyes from natural politeness. But your daring glances humoured him greatly.

You looked tired. With your hair loose and eye bags very much prominent he immediately felt a fondness towards you. Your eyes hadn’t even settled yet; one fully seeped in a honey colour while the other struggled to choose. It looked a little painful, and he pitied you.

It was endearing. Seeing you struggle between reaching for support and deciding you could do it alone. You were brave, especially for a human. To transform mostly without aid and at the last moments be welcomed into the middle of a wolf den.

He could only imagine the brainwashing humans had infected you with your whole life, having to fight what you knew and loved to find a new home.

Of course, he could tell you were in the midst of the heat.

Hoshi’s kind hands trembled as Jeonghan’s gaze swept over you. Your scent truly was like the sweetest flower Jeonghan had ever smelt. But he had his own mate, he was older and Hoshi trusted him maybe the most out of every sibling. So he knew he was of no threat.

That didn’t mean your body's natural reactions didn’t affect him, however.

Soonyoung was resisting the innate urge to step between the two of you, ending the standoff and taking the heat. He hated how anxious you looked. It shook his bones into a terrible desperate mess. But he resisted.

Jeonghan was here to help, and he wouldn’t harm you, not without good reason.

Smiling even deeper and genuinely kindly, (which Hoshi was not exactly accustomed to seeing so soon into his older brother's interactions), Jeonghan brandished the thinly furred tiger-face slippers and placed them gently into your awaiting palms. You cooed immediately, missing Hoshi’s red ears as you thanked the older male and kicked them onto your feet.

As you stood, Jeonghan nodded towards the lift.

“Shall we get going then?”

You nodded, holding Hoshi’s arm wrapped securely around your hip to walk towards the lift.

“Are you okay? I can carry you if it still hurts?” Hoshi whispered, despite the two of you knowing Jeonghan could hear you even from outside.

You shook your head firmly. “No no, thank you Soonie, it’s okay. I just feel a little sore is all.”

Jeonghan opened the lift doors, walking in to lean on the right wall, next to the buttons. He listened out of concern for his pack, but he was met with the sweetness of his younger sibling’s courting. How sweet, he thought. He was really beginning to care about your wellbeing.

“Are you sure? You were complaining you were in agony, not much less than like, an hour ago?”

You groaned in appreciation, coming to stand in the lift. You moved so that Hoshi stood to your right, creating a distance between the other male and placing Hoshi in the space between you. A subconscious move on your part, but the wolves noticed.

In usual canine body language, this could offend the host. You were openly displaying that you intended to cower from Jeonghan, and Hoshi would have to speak on your behalf. However; he knew from experience that this was simply not the case.

You were nervous, and Jeonghan potentially could be a threat in a closed space in his own home. He had accepted this as soon as you had arrived.

The two boys shared a look, but Jeonghan casually shook his head.

‘No worries. She’s nervous.’

Hoshi nodded and recentered his attention towards your voice.

“Yeah, I feel a little better actually. It’s odd, but umm, good I guess? My eyes still hurt...”

The lift door chimed shut, starting the gradual ascent towards the tenth floor.

Hoshi nodded. “Yeah, it’s good. That will go soon too, hopefully.”

Despite yourself, you looked around the space, nose twitching and pulse steadily rising. There was that same feeling you had felt oncoming like cold dread at your office before being cornered by a bunch of mutts.

It was like something had put a pole in your body and started moving it around your gut, lungs and heart.

Shuffling towards him, you gripped Hoshi’s strong bicep. With a small whine, your irises contracted, blinking into what looked like a painful yellow transition.

Jeonghan watched with a small smile as you tried to find comfort. He had seen this behaviour before, with his own mate. He chose to speak to grant you some form of distraction, or space.

Floor 1

“So, little brother, Y/N - ” Jeonghan started with a mischievous smile. “How did you two meet?”

Hoshi groaned, flicking out his phone with a pout. Curiously, he seemed more like a boy than an independent charming man in the presence of his older brother. You laughed softly at their bickering.

“Yah quit it. You sound like Grandad.” You giggled at Jeonghan’s face mocking his brother for your amusement.

He looked to you for some form of answer as Hoshi sulked.

“Umm, Soonyoung helped me out, in the District 53 office… Then helped get me out to a hotel. But umm - we’re umm - not a thing… Not yet at least? I don’t - yeah.”

That hurt you just as much as it hurt Hoshi and he laughed without emotion at his screen. Jeonghan was more cautious than before when considering his answer. He simply nodded.

“Cool. Well, at least you didn’t meet at a family breeding auction or something stupid like that. Then I would have appreciated a bit more of an explanation.”

Hoshi shook his head with a scrunched nose. He looked up from his phone with a tutt.

“Hyung, that’s grim. I don’t do that shit.”

Floor 2

Jeonghan, visibly pleased, shrugged off his brother’s pointed eyes with a smile and charming wink at you. You smiled, dipping your head. He was conventionally attractive, but his actions were purely platonic.

You only had one wolf on your mind right now.

Plus, you didn’t hate the feeling of seeing a lot of familiar features in him. He seemed like someone you knew, and he was not directly threatening enough that his jokes stuck. You liked Jeonghan, you decided.

The three of you settled into a comfortable ambience in the slow lift. The two boys discussed their next week's agenda, while they just happened to be conveniently together in the lift.

You were grateful for the time they gave you to think.

Your muscles had begun to ease from the fire that had pumped under your skin back at the hotel. And even though you were exhausted, you felt safe sticking close to Hoshi.

You placed your cheek to his arm with a stifled yawn and he smiled down at you.

He reached his fingers to press the back of his phone-occupied knuckles against your forehead. Jeonghan watched with slight worry, which you appreciated. He eased at his brother’s statement as Hoshi dropped his hand back to his side.

“You’re not as fired up as earlier, pup. Are your eyes starting to feel any better?” You nodded, shying away from Jeonghan’s watchful eye.

“Yeah, the pain has mostly gone. Still there a little, though...”

Floor 3

At your timid response leaving the air open-ended for speech, Jeonghan continued the pair's itinerary discussion.

If you hadn't known better, you would’ve listened to that inkling in your head that told you he was either distracting Hoshi to give him something other to concentrate on than you, buying you time to think, or both at once.

Tutting, Hoshi flicked his phone on. You tuned back into the conversation when annoyance started melting into his aura.

“Three days straight, Hyung? That’s a bit much for Dino’s first placement isn’t it?”

Jeonghan shrugged, releasing a tight exhale.

“The board is pushing to see how far their training has gotten him. He’s surviving, for the most part. You know how tough the Pledis Security training can be, especially at his age.” Hoshi seemed to understand, nodding with a tutt and soft shake of his bowed head.

“Yeah - bastards.”

“Yeah, well. His behaviour around females is -”

You and Jeonghan caught eyes, a lopsided apologetic cheek pinching at the crescent in his eyes.

“Strained, at best. I’ve asked Woozi to keep an eye on him for a while.”

Hoshi peered up at this, seemingly sharing a tense moment with his brother, before shaking his head and flicking back through his phone.

“He needs space, not coddling. When’s the evaluation? I’m presuming there is one.”

Intrigued, you peered at Hoshi’s phone. Familiar colours and the layout of a calendar greeted you. Ah, Google Calendars. You were taken back to your office life for a second.

Dino must be a younger brother of his, you also realised. Hoshi tapped onto the specific day’s reminders, scrolling until he found ‘Dino’s intro’ in dark green.

Hoshi tapped a message into the info section that made you smile.

‘Good luck Dino-ahh~! LMK IF YOU NEED ANYTHING! Fighting :D!

Love 🐯’

He was too sweet.

He flicked through others, but you grew bored and defocused onto the space around you.

Floor 4

Jeonghan paused, his hesitance telling both you and Hoshi that he had hit the mark and revealed something the older wasn’t too happy to be sharing.

“Hyung?”

“It’s in two months. That was as far as I could stretch it. They - well, they didn’t exactly give us much of a choice. It’s fine. He’ll pass. We’ll make sure of it.”

Hoshi paused his insistent tapping to raise his head. “Yeah, or else, right Hyung?”

But once more, you grew distracted. Their voices turned into background noise as your eyes focused then de-focused on random objects. Your ears, too. They were bickering, but not about something important to this moment, so your mind wandered.

You didn’t know as an ex-human how to label what was happening, but essentially you were checking for scents and other things in your environment that could indicate a threat.

The phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’ struck you; because upon sniffing the air and looking at the faded numbers on the lift’s power board, you realised just how deep into a den you had wandered.

The feeling of safety next to the two wolves began to dwindle in record time. And your gut squelched into cold dread at what you were being pulled into.

Oh God’s, what were you doing? Would you ever come out of here alive?

Floor 5

Hoshi hadn’t caught onto your intense change in mood yet, in the middle of emailing someone via phone.

Jeonghan was a little brighter in this respect, however.

Forever the sharpest knife of the bunch. Hence his joint position; Seungcheol brought warm familiarity to the business while Jeonghan dealt in backhands and cold cut-offs. Not to say that either one couldn’t switch roles - they did so frequently - but they had their strengths and used them to their fullest.

Like right now.

Jeonghan tilted his head as he watched your body sway - as you tried to decide between moving away into the corner, or rushing into Hoshi’s side to hide, completely.

He was amused at the struggle but also concerned for you. His partner had been bitten. And the state he had found her in was much of a publicity story that would plague him to his end days; causing havoc at an auction and outwitting every bidder there to end up stealing her from her ‘adopted’ home.

The city wasn’t as sick as the old days, but it still had its moments.

So he watched your two interactions like a mirror as to what he and his mate must have looked like together.

Lost, confused, afraid, a little disjointed. Crashing hard and fast into that beast called love.

After a little to-and-throwing, you managed to grip onto the sleeve of Hoshi’s coat with some desperate spur to your movements. In as much of a subtle movement as possible, you tried to tug him back into the corner of the elevator.

Backwards - away from the smells, people. And into the corner, into safety.

Floor 6

Hoshi’s body barely moved, but he clicked away his phone to turn slightly towards you in consideration, pocketing his phone in his coat.

"Y/N?" He asked curiously. "What's up?"

He was so naive sometimes.

Interjecting quickly and for your own sake, Jeonghan took no offence to the way you jolted at his voice, or how your eyes darted over him as a potential threat. If anything, he appreciated that you trusted him enough to be near you in this state. In this lift, this early into the relationship.

He wasn’t sure if you were incredibly stupid; or ridiculously smart.

"It probably stinks in here. A little more closed off than you’re used to right? Can be a lot to take in at first. Maybe a little overwhelming."

Hoshi frowned. “Y/N? Is that true? You should’ve said if you were feeling anxious?”

With both eyes set on you, your body began to tremble. A scorching heat prickled against your neck and you tugged Hoshi’s arm back with you until your back hit the corner. You released a long nasal whine, stuttered into breaths. Hoshi watched you in slight shock before moving.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't get upset." Hoshi whispered, reaching towards your body.

His arms found your hips and he pulled you towards him. On edge, your body resisted. He felt the resistance of the tug in his gut and immediately his heart dropped.

"What's going on pup? Talk to me. Is it Jeonghan? He won’t hurt you, Y/N. You’re safe in here, I promise."

"No, no, it’s not that...I can't breathe Soonyoung, I-I don’t know what’s happening - it was fine downstairs! I would’ve said something!"

Your voice was stuttered into whines in probably the most desperate pitch he had heard from you yet, eyes brimming with tears.

"I tried to ignore it and like bottle in, or something, but as soon as we hit another level… it starts all over again and I just feel worse Hosh, I feel sick… it’s like I can feel that there are people up here and I can't… I can't breathe, I'm… I can’t do this..."

Jeonghan growled, but not at you. At Hoshi.

‘Soon, you're going to have to mark her. Remember that conversation we had before you left the hotel? Time to step up, cub.’

Hoshi grew stiff, nose scrunching in disgust as he looked towards his elder.

‘What the fuck? Scent her?! Weren’t you the one who taught me to be better than that?’

Floor 7

It was true, Jeonghan and his older brothers often had to correct their younger pack members' instinctual behaviours as their elders had done so before them.

Scenting - no matter on a newly turned or naturally conceived werewolf - was considered to have the same effect as a very mild sedative or more similarly, an aphrodisiac. Depending upon the scenario, the sentiment could be entirely comforting and loving or terrifying in its ability to make another comply with the marker's wants for up to half an hour at a time.

‘Hosh, this isn't the time to second guess. Look at her. The poor girl is terrified and is reaching for your help, your security. The longer you resist, the worse she'll get. I'm telling you, it only gets worse from here. Make the decision, or watch her fall apart.’

Hoshi huffed weakly.

His hands were tied. Jeonghan was right, and you weren’t giving him much of a reason not to help.

Your whines grew more persistent, legs trembling to the point where the bannister now supported most of your weight. Feeling Hoshi hesitate to comfort you only heightened these feelings, a tight twisting in your gut making you curl over in long whines of pain.

"I feel sick. It smells like a dog in here Soonyoung, like tons of dogs, and I can't - I can't take it, it's getting stronger up here like something's pushing on my chest…"

Hoshi caught you as you curled over, shushing you gently before pulling you into his embrace. Your nose hit his arm and you were as stiff as a board. Curling there you whined at length in repeating patterns, like a canine in pain.

"Y/N, look at me," Hoshi ordered. Your body buzzed with resistance before your head lifted to look at him. You hadn't even registered the tears against your cheek, but he wiped them away with patient hands. Holding your face and looking at you like the most precious item in the world.

“Focus on me. You need to calm down, pup. You’re freaking yourself out.”

Fingers against your neck and thumb heavy on your cheek, Hoshi kissed you with intent. He swallowed your whines, trembles, and breath. Until all you could think about was him.

Him.

It eased your brain and body enough that Hoshi could pull back, pleased. Starting to kiss your cheek. As your hands curled into the edges of his coat your gulps of air were met with shushes against your skin, a grumble passing through his chest that vibrated up your arm.

Pulling his kisses south, he groaned. His lips and tongue met your neck, the spot between your jaw and your ear. Your scent was strongest here.

Floor 8

"Fuck." He swore under his breath, laboured to stay in control. His canines scraped against your skin and your painful cries had turned into wantful ones. “Don’t move, Y/N. I’m going to scent you so you can calm down, okay? If you move - I-I might not be able to stop.”

Hoshi placed a hickey under your ear, kissing the spot before nuzzling your entire neck. It took all the emotional resilience in existence to not sink his teeth into your neck, but it was worth the look on your face at the end.

He nipped, licked and pecked the thin skin over your pulse until you were dizzy with sudden lust. It was so carnal, so instinctive, that Hoshi’s head swam with filthy-loving images of you beneath him, absorbing your pain away in a multitude of different ways. He knew when to stop as your pulse slowed; he could smell himself on you and your body had released its tension, resting against his torso.

As he pulled away, your head whooshed with… him.

It was like he had placed a part of himself onto you. The anxiety in your chest fizzled out to a fuzzy, familiar and affectionate sort of feeling. Thinking about it, you started to feel a little silly for panicking so much.

They weren’t there to harm you. Hoshi was pulling you into his arms and his own place of safety; not the jaws of some ferocious and blood-hungry feral dogs. You were a welcomed guest here, and you prayed your actions hadn’t directly offended him, or his brother.

"Better?" He panted, reaching to push hairs from your face. Dazed, you nodded. Hearing Jeonghan snicker, Hoshi curled his arms around you, pushing you to burrow into his chest. He laughed softly, pushing his oversized hoodie over your head and tugging the strings.

“Silly pup. You should tell me when you feel anxious. Tell me next time?”

You were aware you looked ridiculous, but to be honest, you didn't care. What distracted you was Hoshi's breath. The barely noticeable hard-on pressed against your thighs and his voice rumbling against your cheek. You nodded subtly, loving the chin that rested on the top of your head.

You peered up at him, shuffling further into him. He grinned back down at you, before settling his eyes into a half-smile.

"What?"

His eyes. God, his eyes grabbed that stick in your gut and slowed it down so much. You huffed, a million words being shared as he watched your face. Thank you, it read. Hoshi’s smile replied; you’re more than welcome. Grateful, you collapsed into his chest. Your smaller arms reached around his waist to hold onto him. He smiled at the gesture, tucking you into his body.

Floor 9

"I give you my blessing."

Those five words made Hoshi stiff, eyes turning to scan his elder. That would be an awfully cruel thing to say if he was lying, or attempting to make a joke.

"What?" Hoshi bit with a slight growl.

"You heard me. I said,’ I give you my blessing’.”

‘I like Y/N. The two of you make a good match. Plus, Hosh, she's incredibly brave to have followed you this far. Or maybe you’re just naive enough to bring her home and hope this isn’t happening.’

"Are you being fucking serious right now?" Hoshi snarled, keeping your head to his chest.

‘Easy tiger. Don't forget what you're holding onto.’ Looking down at you nuzzling firmly into his chest, Hoshi softened immediately, looking up with desperation in his eyes.

"Besides, it's truly no one else's decision to make. I love you brother. We all do. So by extension, we will all learn to love your mate."

Hoshi peered down. His mate. God's, if it ever got that far. He didn’t even know where or what this relationship was steering into. What was he going to do with you?

"Seungkwan included." Jeonghan smiled.

Hoshi groaned, tipping his head back with a laugh and a scoff. Seungkwan would chew his ear off about this - about you. Feeling the empty space above your head, made you peer up at him. He met your eyes as he looked back down. Smiling. For the first time, he was truly smiling. He brightened the space, like a kid.

Kissing your nose, he peppered your mouth before nuzzling your cheek. You whined at his sudden clinginess.

"I'm going to eat you alive, little flower" Hoshi laughed, chest and voice rumbling into your ear as he hovered at ear level.

You whined loudly, pushing him away from your face, but you were unable to hide your smile. He snickered. Hand snaking lower down your back to keep you close.

Jeonghan simply rolled his eyes.

Floor 10

"This is your stop."

As Hoshi helped you walk out, a little stiff on your joints, Jeonghan offered his hand for a handshake.

When you reached for his hand, your body faltered. Freezing still, mid-air. Your mind was telling you that you couldn't touch this stranger - it was wrong, one hand on Hoshi and one on another man.

Jeonghan simply smiled, retracting his hand to push back into his pocket, leaning against the elevator door with a slight bow instead.

You copied this action quickly, apology written all over your face.

“See you both soon. Have a good night, be safe and shout if you need any help. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Glad you’re starting to feel a little better.”

“See you, Han.” Hoshi nodded.

“Bye, and thank you - for everything!” You followed.

And with that, your first meeting with Jeonghan had come to an end.

Hoshi watched as you released the biggest sigh he had ever seen from your little frame when the doors closed on Jeonghan's thoughtful features.

“You’re cute, pup.”

You pouted at him as you began walking down the hall, towards one of two opposite doors. Hoshi’s apartment was to the right.

“Jeonghan’s even taken a liking to you. That’s pretty rare, this early into the game.”

A small almost illegible copper plaque read ‘Floor 10, Suite 2. Kwon Soon-Young’ off to the side of his door.

“Thank you - for whatever it was you did. I feel a little lightheaded. But - Soon’ - I’m so embarrassed! I hope I didn’t offend either of you. I am really, truly sorry. I was just so - nervous?”

Hoshi shook his head with a tinkling laugh, twisting the keys in the door and stepping in to throw his keys and wallet rather haphazardly into the entryway bowl.

Huh. An entrance table. That was very domestic of him. Curiouser and curiouser.

“It’s cool, don’t stress about it pup. It’s pretty easy to spot when a wolf is offended; usually, violence is involved. So I think you’re fine.”

Stepping in behind Hoshi into his low-lit apartment, the first thing that hit you was how characteristic the design was. And clean. Cluttered, bright, but clean.

“Plus, I think Hannie would understand better than anyone else in this whole building what it is you’re going through. So, you’re good. Promise”

As soon as he closed the door and turned to face you - coat shuffled off and onto the nearest hook on the free-standing coat hanger - you stepped away from him to pad forward down the joining of the hallway to look around the open planned kitchen, before spinning around and edging back into his orbit.

Hoshi giggled, pinching your cheek. He kicked his shoes off before tucking them into a box near the door.

"You're such a nosey pup." He teased, but your rebuttal was swallowed when his hands reached for yours, fingers intertwining. He moved purposefully and intended to take things slow.

You needed a space to rest, alone. No longer riddled with anxiety that you had been left to fend for yourself. The thought pained him.

"Come on, I'll show you around." He spoke quietly, patrolling you first around the kitchen, then the lounge space.

⁵"Hoshi?" You mumbled, nose twitching so much you had to squeeze it to gain some composure.

"Hmm?" He responded.

"It - it smells like you. In here. Like, a lot? Is that normal?" Hoshi grinned, a playful look on his face.

"Well, err yeah, Y/N. I do live here." He teased, not minding and actually admiring the low growl and push that came from you. The push and pull.

He laughed; "No but really, it would probably be weird if it didn't stink of me. It’s my space and I’ve lived here alone for… years, so. My scent is probably all over. It’s normal." He shrugged humorously.

Hoshi’s nose wrinkled with joy at your pointed gaze.

"At least you don’t smell like a dog. That lift was awful.”

Hoshi's smile softened at the yawn joining the end of your sentence. You seemed to have calmed down here pretty quickly, weirdly enough. Or maybe, he thought, you were just that exhausted.

Hoshi giggled, following your yawn with his own.

"Come on, pup, I’ll take you to the spare room to get you settled in. I'm pretty tired too, you know."

He offered his strength, which you gladly accepted. Reaching to be lifted once more.

Heading back towards the door you hit the wall that split the space right to the spare room and left towards his.

Hoshi gently dropped your feet to the floor. Prepared to let you get settled into your new space alone. He thought you would have appreciated the privacy.

But you faltered. You looked to the door, then to him. Back to the door, then to him. Then again and again, until Hoshi had to make the unanimous decision to guide you there.

“Come on, we’ll both go.” His hand pushed at your lower back as he walked with you, egging you on and towards the door frame.

Entering the room felt... odd. It was too clean. Your nose twitched and ears ached to hear threats, a creaky floorboard making you jump at first. Hoshi laughed softly, watching you from the door as you stood stiff as a board in the middle of the room.

Hoshi moved to stand, but you panicked.

"Wait!" You yelped, hands flying out towards him before being retracted towards your body, fisted into tight balls.

"Wait. Please don’t leave me alone in here." Softer this time. Hoshi cocked his head.

"You don't want to get settled in here, flower? I thought you would've wanted a room of your own to burrow in, that's how Omega's usually work?" You thought about it for a second. He had given you a word to label this emotion.

"Oh - is that what this is? This feeling is the need to burrow?” Eventually, you joined the dots, linking your new ways to canine behaviours you had been taught in human-biased werewolf biology classes as a kid.

“So this room - I can use it like - like a den?" Oh, you looked so adorably clueless. Hoshi nodded with an enthusiastic grin.

"Yeah, a den. Usually, it’s somewhere safe, quiet and secluded. It’s odd to see more than two people burrowed in the same room at once. Unless it’s family or your siblings, I guess"

The image of Hoshi and his little brothers all snuggled into one room was incredibly adorable to you, but you remained unconvinced.

You tried to want it. You tried. You truly did. Considering the room in its entirety before turning, to meet his eyes. He smiled, understanding in his heart at your desperate emotions.

"How the hell is it meant to be a safe place, without you in it?" You whispered under your breath.

Hoshi smiled. He smiled until his cheeks reached his eyes. Stepping forward to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, the corner of your lips then eyes.

"You're so sweet, Y/N. I can stay here tonight if you want?" He offered patiently. "It's important you find a place to stay alone, though. You can come here when things get too much. But you don't always have to sleep alone." Hoshi permeated this by tucking hairs away from your face and neck.

You nodded. "Okay. Yeah, please, thank you."

"Come on then, let's get comfy. Think of it as a sleepover!” He offered, so youthful in spirit. “Are you more of a blanket or a pillow person?"

You grinned. "Blankets."

Hoshi gave you a wink before turning to reach into a cupboard.

He tugged out three very large and very fleecy looking bed throws, chucking them onto the bed and beginning to layer them up.

"It's almost like you expected this to happen." You teased, earning a scoff.

"Yeah, right. Expected to gain a beautiful pain in my backside...” You giggled, butterflies flying all over your belly.

“Are you hitting on me?” You accused.

“Maybe,” Hoshi stated with a huff of effort, standing to look at his den-making skills being put to the test. You came around him, a yawn immediately escaping your body at the image.

“What do you think? Not bad, huh? I had to make one for my cousin, once. Us Alpha boys are a bit different, we don’t really burrow as much as we do create a den.”

“It’s beautiful, Soonie” You mumbled, wiping your eyes with yet another rapid yawn escaping. “Bury me in this please.” You said in a cute voice, pointing towards the bed.

Hoshi laughed, head tipped back until you felt a kiss pressed to your temple. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

“Mmmm~” You hummed, looking away. You shuffled out of your tight skirt without much thought.

Unrestricted and with only Hoshi’s hoodie and underwear covering your body you practically clambered in, shoving blankets up and around you until you were comfortable, leaving only your head to poke out the top.

Hoshi watched you, dazzled with emotion.

“Oh my god, you’re so adorable, Y/N. Please let me take a pic - you need to see yourself right now.” You nodded, cheeks burning for the grin that stuck there.

Hoshi’s phone flicked out, snapping a photo of the covers piled on top of you with only your head poking out.

The rest of the night went in this order exactly;

Hoshi’s chest became a bookmark in your mental diary of favourite places you had ever slept.

You kept each other awake with laughter, long chats about who you both were, who made you the way you were today and why. For Hoshi, it was his family. For you, the people that surrounded you in childhood.

He showed you pictures of his family.

Told short stories about the harmless trouble he and his two closest siblings - Dokyeom and Seungkwan - had gotten into.

Explained the concept of hierarchy, what it meant, why it was important for them.

The only reason the two of you fell asleep was due to your overwhelming yawns, putting a deep ache into your cheeks and starting Hoshi’s yawns like an endless circle.

And in each other’s arms, in a cold room underneath fleece blankets, you had never felt so held before.

For the first time in almost three months, both your minds remained blank throughout your sleep.

Remaining healed and energised by each other, constantly.

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Heavy steps pressed against the marble floor as you waited in the open planned room.

You had been waiting for hours.

And Hoshi was eager to just get home before he ripped someone a new hole in the centre of their chest.

Quietly, he entered his apartment. Closing the door behind him while his eyes maintained a steady gaze on your awaiting figure stood underneath the dim light at the end of the hall.

You knew he was coming, his message unread on your new phone laying on the sofa.

Hoshi’s car keys and phone hit the entryway bowl with a loud clatter.

He must have driven himself today, you realised. He also didn’t seem particularly pleased. Not his usual, chirpy, happy self.

His eyes had an edge to them tonight. Almost as if he was cautious of your body. Watching your every move as if you were a potential threat. A cold stranger, stood waiting for him in the hall.

He had avoided direct skinship since the first day you had arrived into his space and frankly, you were pulling your hair out at the sexual tension escalating into nothing and settling into clouds of scent within this glass-house of an apartment.

It smelt like a perfume factory.

Even Vernon, his floor partner and brother across the hall, had commented how your scent clung to Hoshi's clothes like a light cologne. It made the young males around him very distracted; moreover, confused as to why Hoshi smelt like a female deep in heat. Following the smell only to come face to face with an agitated Alpha, not a female standing in front of them.

As Hoshi shrugged off his blazer you immediately felt his mood hit the space. The muscles beneath his fitted black shirt moved in tense ways and his blazer was thrown onto the hanger with lesser care than the price tag it probably carried.

He seemed… agitated.

Well, you were too.

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Jeonghan had sent out a call as the two of you had started making breakfast.

It had been two days of getting to know each other. Playing games, ordering food, watching films and talking about life. Peaceful. Just what the two of you had needed.

That particular morning was full of skimming touches that never settled and the smell of fresh toast made you feel like you were floating.

Hoshi had received a text as he placed a coffee on your side of the table, pressing an innocent hand to your scalp.

You had smiled up at him, missing his presence as he stepped away to take the phone call.

Having had an insane amount of deep, restful sleep in almost two weeks, it was fair to say your head was pretty bleary. This meant that the heavenly taste of freshly made hot food hitting your tongue was way more important to your mind than listening to Hoshi’s private phone calls.

At the rate you were going, he was bound to tell you if something important had happened, anyways. Which he did.

Coming back into the room he seemed rushed and pressed to find something. Taking a guess you pointed towards his seat, where his ring sat. He had been explaining it to you as he had made food for you what the ring represented, and how much it meant to him. It was sweet.

“Shit, thanks Y/N.” Hoshi thanked you with a sigh of relief.

“Is s’m’thing h’pp’ning?” You managed with a mouth full of food. He laughed at you, struck by the health flushing your cheeks. It amazed him how quickly you were recovering.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta run. I’m not sure how long I’ll be... Jeonghan has called an emergency meeting with some business partners. There’s been a breach in one of the accounts and we need to figure out who’s leaked the funds into the outer city packs. It could get pretty heated. I’m sorry, I hoped this wouldn’t happen again so soon, but he needs me there Y/N.”

Hoshi’s voice was pleading, eyes worried as you swallowed your food with a heavy heart.

“Oh.” You mumbled. Looking around the open plan kitchen, frightened at being left in such a lonely open space. Your sanctity had been ripped from under your feet. A sharp whine distracted you, looking up at Hoshi as he rounded the table.

“Y/N, please. Promise me you won’t try and leave, or do something stupid while I’m gone? There’s plenty of food in the cupboards. I’ll be as quick as I can, Jeonghan knows you’re still here, but I gotta go. Like, now.”

Pressed to react, you blurted out a rushed answer.

“Yeah, no worries! Of course, go! Please, stay safe... I’ll wait for you here?”

Hoshi nodded, a little relieved.

“Thanks, flower, you’re the best!”

And with that he hurried to get ready, the midnight shower taken to try and wash you out of his brain last night serving to have him clean and prepped. Ready to wear his cleanest black suit, with a fitted blazer on top.

He looked amazing. And as you padded to the door he gave one last pause, watching the way you caved in on yourself. It laid heavy in his heart. So heavy that between his option to stay and lengthen the pain or leave now and shoulder off the emotions for the day, he chose the latter.

It was selfish. And he knew it. Feeling the effect of his aching heart as soon as his apartment door clicked shut.

The silence in the hallway was all-consuming and pointed his guilt right back at him.

But he had to go.

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Alone, and bored, you had paced in every which direction.

You had tried to relieve the anxiety in your body by any means available to you.

Food, films. A random murder-doc series on Netflix. Books, sexual acts, a shower.

Hell, you even tried a shot of Hoshi’s very expensive-looking cabinet whiskey. Fuck him and his cold shoulder; he had plenty of alcohol to spare, anyway.

Truth be told, you were mature enough to see why he didn’t approach you on the way out.

But it didn’t make you feel any better.

Your ego had been pierced and your sadness stewed over a steady eight hours into a cocktail of fed-up-ness, sexual tension from your heat, and anger, pure anger from his inability to make a move.

You had been dancing around each other like leaves in the wind. Innocent affection edging into something more until - he stopped, moved away, and blamed it on his inability to make a decision.

Well, you had your own brain, and you were willing and ready to use it.

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What Hoshi hadn’t expected to have to immediately confront was you, standing defiantly in the hallway as soon as he entered the apartment.

He had forgotten his rude exit the whole day

He had pushed it to the back of his mind to stay purely focused on business - but your face was full of fury. So strong in presence compared to the other times you had interacted that it was going straight to Hoshi’s head.

He noted the silence of the apartment.

No TV, like the nights before. No shy batting eyes or thumping nervous blood rushing beneath your skin. He could taste the airflow from open windows that had washed the apartment in a neutral scent of crisp clean air.

Above all, he could tell from the sixth sense that your body was about to burst from the seams with emotion.

He wasn't sure he'd be able to hold his composure if you pushed him tonight.

As Hoshi stepped to begin his stride to walk past you and down to the open living space; you cornered his step, mirroring his gate but off to the side. Your behaviour caught his attention and his surprise flattened into annoyance relatively quickly.

As he stepped forward, so did you. Your face remained stoic but Hoshi wasn’t convinced.

The two of you circled each other in that hallway. Like two wolves, wrestling for dominance.

Whether your body acted upon instinct or it was a premeditated act, Hoshi simply couldn't ignore your confrontational body language. A warning of a snarl rippled up his torso and against his tongue, pressing you to back off. Teeth not yet bared.

“Watch it Y/N.” Hoshi warned, not accustomed to that look on your face. Or how you kept walking; pushing him into smaller and smaller circles in the entryway of the dimly lit apartment.

You continued, winding smaller and smaller until you stood just beyond arm's reach.

This close, you could now see that Hoshi’s black suit was creased in multiple places from head to toe. Having had some altercation within the day. He finally kicked off his shoes without breaking eye contact, electricity sparking in the air.

His blonde hair was beginning to curl from agitation and it stuck to his forehead. His shirt collar lay unbuttoned and you could see the wolf’s pulse beating deeply with adrenaline from here. The shirt tie tugged loose on his elegant neck, was undoubtedly done to breathe easier when entering the building.

His eyes reflected a brighter blood-red than the usual maroon film over his natural dark brown ones, and his irises were pinched impossibly tight. Along with the slim fangs that snuck from his lips; his body was slowly beginning to tell you all that you needed to know.

He was pushing his inner lust down and it was starting to eat away at his body like an infection. And he looked terrifying in only the best way possible.

You took one steady stride, then paused.

Hoshi, quick on his feet, mirrored you.

He breathed a furious pace through his nostrils. Eyes darting to your exposed shoulders, body covered in a thin satin set of pyjamas and a satin robe skirting against the floor, then back to your face. Down, then back again. You couldn’t help but smile at his obvious trail of thoughts.

With such a threatening aura he could eat you alive, but he would never, and you loved it.

“What game do you think you’re playing, Y/N? I told you, we can’t do anything-”

“No, Hosh,” You interrupted Hoshi’s voice, speaking through gritted canines. You noted how stiff his hands were at his side.

“You won’t do anything. And I can’t seem to figure out why. Your eyes already tell me what you want, now I just need your mouth to do the same."

Hoshi squinted at you with an aggravated scoff.

“You know why, Y/N. Stop playing cute. Have you maybe considered that this decision isn’t just about you? There are more important things going on in my life than mating with you, for fucks sake. I told you, we’ll have to wait. I’m not in a great mood, step down Y/N. Before you make me do something we both regret.”

Wow, an empty threat? Oh, you could see right through him and you could see his trembling reaching into his eyes and fingertips like a shaking dog. What a shame, you had never been one to step down from most anything.

Despite the jab in his tone, you couldn’t hide the smirk bubbling across your cheeks, blooming from your chest.

"There are more important things on your mind?"

Stepping forward into his bubble, you dimmed your smile to trace your fingertip against the dip in his collarbone, looking back up with a bitten lip.

Hoshi all but scowled down at you over his cheekbones, unamused and pissed.

“So is that why you texted me over thirty-five times today?”

“What?” Hoshi frowned.

Biting a smile down, you stepped closer. Not missing anywhere his eyes left for. You flattened your hand to his deeply beating chest. He was killing himself and you intended to push him until a final decision was made. Good, or bad.

“I said; you have more important things going on than me, so that must be why you couldn’t stop thinking about me all day? You’re avoiding me because I'm on your mind? Soonyoungie, that’s only going to make it worse. Your brothers have even told you that.”

Hoshi all but shoved your shoulders away from him.

But you knew this face. He was pissed by all intents and purposes; but also very hurt. You had caught him. A bullseye straight to the heart. You continued quickly before he managed to say something he may regret.

“Is that why your hands always hover at my hips - is it nerves? Are you that anxious to touch me? Or are you holding yourself back - wishing it was something more? You know that the time is right, but before you can help it - you're stalling from nerves all over again?"

Oh, if looks could kill. You pressed a hand to his chest against his attempt to step into your space.

That was not how this was going to go.

Hoshi stopped, but you could practically feel the air around you buzzing. The growl in his chest created a vibrato up into the bones of your wrist.

You lowered your hand, pleased to see that the male had at least chosen to wait.

“You’re too busy for me? There are other things on your mind?

“So that must be why you check on me constantly? Is that why you make my food or keep your door open at night, just in case? Whine, when I leave the room?

“Buy me new clothes, a new phone, pay for my shit, take me into your apartment because you couldn't stand to see me alone and in pain?

“What was it Hosh - were you unable to ignore your actions when faced with what you had left behind? Did the guilt eat away at you while you were gone?"

You let him process for a second. Hoshi’s neck ticked from anger, his hands twitching to do something, anything to stop you from talking down to him, but you beat him to it.

Hooking your index finger underneath the loosened black silk dress tie, you tugged his face down abruptly. He let you move him with the patience of a saint; lip curling as you challenged him up close. A growl curled over his tongue and ricocheted up his throat. But it had the opposite reaction than intended.

It made your head whizz and finally, finally the thrill of pushing his buttons was turning you on in a way you could only wish to describe.

“I can see right through your bullshit, mutt."

You were challenging him. In his home. His space. Your shared space in which his position was being directly challenged. This close, your breath fanned hot against each other’s skin and you had mere seconds to act before he moved to attack.

Oh how you had the nerve, he would never know.

“If you’re ever going to lie straight to my face, Kwon Soonyoung; make sure I don’t already know the truth first.”

That hit him hard. Hoshi’s irises pinched and his lip quivered. His hands reached to grip harshly at your hips, shoving them against him and very much keeping you there. Satin bunched up between his knuckles and his nose pressed to your cheek in so much tension you had to grip his scalp to keep him there.

Now was the time to strike.

"If you don't fuck me hard enough - like you’ve been absolutely dying to do - I'll be walking out of those doors tomorrow, straight into another Alpha's arms. To someone who’s prepared to act. Move, wolf, before I make you."

A tense silence that lasted milliseconds felt like minutes.

You’re not sure what happened first. But the band snapped and you were torn into each other’s emotions.

Your hand tugged Hoshi down by the collar to your face, only to meet lips, teeth and tongue. It was so desperate, so devouring, that your lungs burned upon impact.

Hoshi’s arms and body pushed you back until you hit the table, pinning your hip between the edge and his own. His hip pressed against you, erection pressing against the soft of your belly and riling you up further to stop any attempt of you dipping out of his hold.

The kiss was pure energy; frenzied and entirely devouring. Though it slowed, tongue caught between his teeth until your breath was sucked from your lungs, hands gripping hungrily against Hoshi’s scalp.

Finally, his lips detached, placing hot and heavy kisses on your jaw. Moving lower to leave hickeys and bruises and biting folds of skin on your neck and shoulders until his hand reached under the satin trouser waistband to squeeze your cheek in one of his palms. It fit so perfectly in his palm.

"You want another man's scent sticking to your pretty little pussy?" Hoshi growled into your skin. He squeezed harshly at your ass, stopping only when you yelped and tried to pull his hand away.

"You're such a filthy pup.” He spat, biting and palming and moving against your skin so passionately you felt you could scream.

“You should know better than to speak to an Alpha like that. In his home. In his face. You're lucky I'm patient, otherwise, your attitude could have ended you in so much shit you don't even know."

"Then do something about it, coward." You taunted, eyes shaking at the adrenaline of answering back.

"I'm going to fuck you into next week if you keep talking to me like such a heat-struck bitch." Tone tense, Hoshi snarled as you wiggled, thigh slipping between your own and pressing up against your crotch to pin your hip against the desk before you frustrated him any further.

Though initially you registered his comment as an insult; it was a statement that wound the core deep within your belly. Your heat had made you act differently, and in canine terms, you were classed as a bitch.

Thank fuck, he was finally starting to act on his instincts.

You whimpered at the fingers that wrapped around your throat, pressing against your airways until you gasped, moaning at the intake of air coupled with the hard-on rolling against your hip.

“God, you couldn’t even wait till I had come home, could you Y/N?

“I could smell you from the hallway, pup. I know what you've been doing, where you've been doing it. What would’ve happened If I left you here for two days again? Would you have let someone in, just to fuck you? God, I can’t believe you.”

With his hot mouth biting, sucking and nibbling at your neck and earlobe, your moans and pleasure distracted you enough for Hoshi to grab your wrists, pinning them behind you in one of his tight fists. Gasping softly, you pulled back.

"Soony-mmmf-"

"Shut up." He growled softly, turning your body in one fluid motion so that your face touched the wall.

But his actions grew juxtaposed from his words. Hoshi pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, allowing you to relax a little into the new position and not hurt yourself against the table.

Hoshi gripped your chin, only to slip his fingers into your mouth. You accepted them, whining at the thigh tensing and rolling against your core. Already, your legs twitched to draw him closer. One solid shiver shooting down your spine.

"I can't believe your nerve. Ignoring my messages all day just to act like such a brat when I get home. I can already smell you all over that silk. Did you need my attention, pup? Bet you couldn't get off at all, could you? Poor thing."

To your surprise, the hand fell from your mouth, presumably wiped on his legs before the same hand moved your robe to the side, connecting quickly and firmly with your right ass cheek. A cry slipped past your mouth when his hand stayed there, kneading so close to where you needed him, but not nearly close enough.

“Please, please Hosh, I’m -” Hoshi pinched your chin, bringing your neck up so you heard him better.

"You've got so much to learn, my messy little girl. So here's your first lesson. Most wolves bare their teeth and show their eyes as a threat, as a display of aggression, or to challenge someone’s leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat.

"I want you to think of this next time you try to threaten me, instead of using your words. Do not corner me in our shared space, ever again. Understood?"

His palm squeezed your cheeks as his hips pressed against you. It was a painful taste of relief and you were begging for more.

You nodded softly. What he was asking for wasn’t unreasonable.

“Hosh-” You released a low whine, riling him up further.

“I don't want to hear another pretty word coming out of your pretty little mouth until you're asking permission to cum.” Hoshi snarled against the shell of your ear as he pulled your spine up by holding your neck and chin up; pressing your rib cage against his chest. His cock fit snug between your ass and at that angle, it pressured your core too.

It felt like all the blood rushed to your head when for the first time, Hoshi’s fangs felt solid and truly threatening against the thin skin on your neck. Like an actual weapon and not just a pricking tooth.

It terrified you; that he could rip your throat out if he so pleased. But you knew you were safe. Your filthy brain registering the emotion as pure exhilaration.

He responded as your pulse rushed; thrusting up against you so agonisingly slowly. You whined and moaned embarrassingly wantonly. Hoshi himself sighing at his quickly growing cock pressed against your clothed core.

But, he wasn’t being mean.

Despite his anger, he was still trying to be delicate with you.

He paused to move some hair from your neck, nose running up against your hairline and hot, slow kisses pressed against your spine. You moaned softly, another shiver shooting down your body as your hips began twitching for more. So overwhelmed, you could barely think.

You held onto his arm that rested softly on your throat, keeping your back pressed against him.

“Soonyoung, please.” You moaned airily, choked in tone.

He hummed. Spanking you once again before pulling back and gently loosening the hold on your wrists. You didn't care to move.

“Ouch.” You growled with a pout. He chuckled into your cheek with you before moving to take your robe off fully.

Flung to the floor, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the silk trousers.

Hoshi’s body suddenly dipped behind you, trousers pulled down and over your hips in one solid motion down.

He anticipated your movement to face him, grasping your hands to your tailbone and gripping your hips. To show tail to another wolf was to show vulnerability. And in this scenario, trust was key to overcoming this instinct.

“Easy, flower.” He mumbled on your thighs, nuzzling there before speaking. Nipping at the skin lightly.

“I’m right behind you. Don’t move unless I tell you to. Shout chocolate, if you want to stop at any point, Y/N.” He waited until you had settled; having guessed that with him out of sight, you would panic.

He had guessed right, memorising your body and its nuances like an old lover. You nodded, touched by the obvious gesture of consent.

With your body staying still above him and trousers flung to the side he hummed, pleased.

"You look like such a feast from here, Y/N. I would love to eat you out until you cry, baby. Would you like that, my messy little pup? To get absolutely spoiled? Eat you up; inch, by inch."

Hoshi moved his hands up to squeeze at your sore ass and upper thighs, kneading them while spreading your legs further apart. The position made your heart flutter in your belly.

He saw how wet you were already; the dark stain on your satin clothes must have caught his nose way before you had even realised yourself what was happening.

When you twitched, your body spoke to him. It said Yes. Yes, please. Ravish me. Just do anything.

"Maybe not tonight though, pup. I'm desperate to feel you."

Sudden wetness pressed firmly to your core from behind and you were momentarily dazzled; a broken sob released from your lungs before you realised Hoshi’s mouth was covering you over your underwear.

Plain black lace.

Admittedly, they cost maybe less than a cafeteria’s meal deal, but Hoshi really couldn’t care less. You were priceless.

Hoshi’s tongue and lips pressed up against your covered core until your hips moved in tandem, arms flying out against the table to stop yourself from slipping.

"Fuck, you even taste floral. You're so beautiful Y/N. Can't believe I managed to keep my hands off you for so long."

He breathed a low rumble that shot up into your core before pulling back. His thumb joined his mouth in the onslaught. And at this angle, Hoshi was circling both over your hole and pushing amazing pressure onto your clit all at the same time.

“S-soonyoungie!” You cried out in a blur of moans. “T-too much! I’ll cum - hnngh -”

Hoshi slowed down and released his pressure, kissing your thigh in apology. He watched as you struggled to stay up on the table. Body quaking with desire. So, he made the executive decision to hold you against his body and walk you both down the hall into his bedroom.

You grunted a little at his strange ways. The feeling of suddenly being picked up sending you for a spin. You laughed in shock, despite the mood. The position was a little awkward, but he was strong so carried you with ease.

“Hosh- Soonyoung! I can walk, you know? I’m not a little dolly! Put-put me down!”

Silence.

That was what surprised you the most.

Hoshi’s emotions were only portrayed by the rumble against your back, the door shut firmly behind him with his heel as he half guided, half pushed you to the bed. You moved to sit up once you had hit the sheets belly down. But instead, he gripped your ankles; dragging you back down onto your belly.

Smack. You presumed that one was for talking back.

You yelped, growling in frustration when Hoshi used his knees to pin your thighs down to limit your movements, pressing against his crotch for a moment just to be able to think.

“Give me a reason not to absolutely break you, Y/N?” Hoshi snarled, upper body moving behind you. But, again. Despite his tone; Hoshi’s movements were smooth, and his hands were caring.

"Because you're a big softy..." You whimpered softly into the sheets.

Well, you weren't lying.

With a few moments free of Hoshi’s touch - Hoshi removing his blazer, buttoned shirt and belt from his trousers - your head got incredibly busy.

Your mind whirred with so many thoughts.

Your nose had finally registered the intense and wholly enveloping scent of Soonyoung in this room. You were in every sense surrounded; the feeling of becoming cared for settling into your gut.

Who were you to bite at the hand that fed you?

Hoshi had given you little reason to.

Sure, he had needed a push.

But from here on out, it was an equal game. And if you had learned anything about Hoshi by now, you knew he never moved with the intent to harm.

So despite his threatening aura, you knew better than to resist.

Unlike the first day you had met, you breathed him in. One whole lung of scent, pinching your irises and sending blood straight to your pulsing core. Finally, you had accepted him. And it sparked like party-poppers inside of your veins.

Sensing that your body had begun to ease, then react to what was happening, Hoshi softened a little. He had been selfish. Letting you fend for yourself but under his scrutiny. He wanted to help you. Guide you. It was time to put an end to this dangerous game of push and pull.

You hadn't noticed, but as Hoshi stripped behind you; you had begun to react to his body, scent and aura. Small whines and moans filled the air as you got off almost from the smell alone.

He moved back to release the pressure on your thighs, nuzzling at your shoulder blades before kissing at the nape of your neck. He was being sweet with you.

“Do you smell that, pup?" Hoshi growled softly against your skin blades. The feeling of stiff fabric, much like his silk shirt tie, was being firmly - if not very considerably - tied around your wrists.

You nodded softly, whining at the loss of contact as he moved back to tie the final knot. You ground down onto the knee between your legs and immediately praised his perceptiveness.

He kissed down your body, hands caressing your curves until he met your calves. Missing the one place you truly needed him and rumbling a slow growl against your skin.

Hoshi was, by now, in a different headspace. His thoughts were sinful but clear. Not jumbled like usual. He could be a little unpredictable, but he was the one deciding on what happened next. Leading the direction, with your permission.

"Can you tell why I didn’t let you in here those other nights, pup? Why I warned you that it might be dangerous for you to stay in here for too long?”

You took a second to respond, but you followed a low whine with a firm nod. You knew exactly why.

Everything that was happening pointed like a big red arrow down to your sopping wet core, soft moans falling from your lips as you grew more and more restless.

You could taste him in the air. Loved the way his scent settled against your skin.

Hoshi was also greatly affected by you.

Like the first day you had met, he was enamoured by you. Not only had you pushed him to a point, but you also held enough courage to push him over and make him face his actions. Unlike the first meeting, however; he now chose to feed his desires.

He had secretly loved the way members and business attendees had been attracted to him all day. Their sharp senses found notes of a light aroma all over him that lasted the entire day. Eyes watching him as he seemed ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

The feeling of unconditional, possessive, yet giving love, had started to bloom inside of him. Something carnal. It made not only his cock throb but his heart beat a little faster too.

Hoshi kissed, bit and kitten licked at your inner knees and thighs before working himself back up towards your core.

Before you could react, Hoshi had reached up to tear your underwear straight across the crotch, then once across the body. The fabric was putty in his hands and you sighed, no want nor will to complain as Hoshi’s mouth made contact with your awaiting pussy.

He took it slow, feeding his own flame. Working up a crescendo between his tongue, nose, fingers and teeth. Dipping in and tasting you with want, passion.

Your hips moved on their own and he didn’t find the want to correct you; palms too busy holding your hips forward and cheeks apart. Occasionally, he pulled back to give you air. Only to kiss or bite at your thigh, ass, or suckle far too lightly on your clit.

He was such a shit, honestly.

When you reached a point, however, Hoshi tipped you over with great care.

And you realised suddenly like a drop of clarity what you had been missing from all those unsatisfying self-nut sessions.

Him.

Hoshi felt the same way as you. A quickie in the shower was no longer that; finishing too early or not at all was driving the two of you insane.

He continued holding you in euphoria until he heard your whines from over sensitivity seep over your moans. Pulling up to swipe at his lips and chin, he pulled back to kneel above you on the bed.

He peered down as you rolled onto your back. You were breathing deeply and your lips had been bitten red. You moaned softly as he smoothed his hand over your belly. Reaching for him as his trousers were tugged over his strong thighs; lifted then thrown to the ground.

Hoshi laughed softly at your face.

"Already so fucked out, pup? What happened to all that barking earlier, hmm? All bark and no bite is it?"

You whined nasally, huffing up at him, about to talk back.

“Ah - ah.” He raised his brows with a taunting smile.

You chose the wise option; not to bark directly at his stupidly handsome face and receive another hard spank. Hoshi followed your face inch by inch back as your eyes kept steady defiance until your scalp hit the bed.

"Good thing one of us knows how to bite or we'd both be bottoms." He whispered, giggling despite the pure sexual tension in the air. You growled softly, but he merely smiled.

He was reaching his limits in terms of patience and honestly, you didn't mind.

His solid body and chest pressed against your own. You couldn’t breathe, eyes and face not sure where to go as you took in his toned but slender torso, arms, shoulders.

“Y-you’re hot…” You mumbled as he kissed hotly against your jaw. Hoshi laughed softly, shaking his head. Dragging open kisses to the swell of your breast.

He peered up at your blissed-out face as he groped at one breast, finger and thumb twisting and releasing in tandem while his mouth made work on your other side.

“You’re cute. But still not in my good books.” He mumbled into your skin.

Noticing that you had barely noticed his words, Hoshi gnawed at the side of your breast with sharp teeth, reaching to tug a knee up and spank the direct underside of your thigh.

“Soonyoung! Play nice!” You cried out, gripping to the bed under you as Hoshi raised to kneel. He pinched your chin, forcing you to make direct eye contact.

"Lesson two. Pay attention when an Alpha is talking to you, pup. It's basic manners."

Once more he was an entire oxymoron. His words bit and yet didn't stick; voice silky as he turned you back onto your belly.

“Bite me.” You bit back. Your light growl was met with the unamused kissing of his teeth and another swipe across your backside.

He pumped himself first before tugging his underwear off and to the floor.

“I might.” He growled into your cheek, reaching under your belly with his arm to lift you to your knees. It was such a power move that honestly you were a little dazed.

"Can I play with you like this, pup?" Hoshi asked gently.

He held you as you wobbled, all the blood rushing to your head causing your head to become slightly fuzzier.

"Y-yeah… Hold on, my legs…"

Hoshi giggled. "Easy pup." Holding you until you adjusted, stronger in stance.

"You ready?" He whispered.

You nodded eventually, stable on your knees. "Mmhmm."

"So fucking ready." You moaned dumbly, forehead back against the sheets while his fingers ran up and down your slit, his free hand pumping his cock. This would have to do for tonight.

“Do you think you're good to go, or do you need stretching out?"

Three days of being highly strung meant fun nights were ahead; tonight, he wanted this coupling to happen as hard, fast and passionately as physically possible.

"Don't know…" Hoshi heard you mumble, sighing deeply as his thumb circled your clit.

Hoshi slid his middle finger straight into your core, completely accepted and sucked into your tightness. He hummed in appreciation, licking his lips as another came to play, hooking down towards your belly.

He moved at a slow but harsh pace, fingers hitting deep and slow until your hips twitched for more, irrelevant of the need for stretching out.

"Soonie - please, I'm ready…" You whimpered, leg twitching to not grind back onto his palm. Hoshi reached down to plant a gentle kiss onto your shoulder blades. He had heard your request.

He tapped his dick against you a few times - mostly for his own sadism, but also to see you try to behave and stay patient - before easing in with a gradual movement. Thrusting in and out with the utmost care until your pain burned into pleasure.

His breath hit heavily against your skin, standing your senses to attention. You were enveloped; tight but ready, willing and able to accommodate his girth. But God, it was such a beautiful stretch.

"O-h my fuck, Kwon Soonyoung." You managed to cry out as Hoshi stretched you out, one arm next to your shoulder and the other intent on arching your back as much as possible.

The way he stretched you out - well, it was burned into your memory. He was not the thickest and not the longest; hitting just nice on the scale.

The two of you moaned and moved and worked on easing together until he bottomed out. Hoshi's hand found your hair, reaching to tug your head up.

"Hoshi!" You yelped at the slight burn.

What you didn't expect was the quick exit and thrust into your gut that made you cry out immediately. He was testing the waters.

"Fuck, please move!" You moaned, hips starting to grasp any movement possible. Before it struck you; he wasn't moving because he was waiting for you to give in. To release the tenseness in your muscles.

So you released it all with one big gasp of a breath, Hoshi's hand slowly releasing its grip on your hair and scalp as he rested on his knees and hands. Your toes curled at the pressure pressing up against your bladder.

Placing angel-like kisses on your back, shoulder, neck, Hoshi pecked his way up to your shoulder.

"Stop fighting my presence, Y/N. You're safe. Nothing will happen here that you don't want to happen. I care about you and want to make you feel good. I can't do that if you don't let me in."

Your heart thumped heavily in your stomach and you cried out.

Fuck. He was right. And being finally able to accept him truly felt like a miracle.

With your defences successfully lowered, Hoshi began to pull out. Only to thrust solidly back into you in one slick motion. A pattern of one tap, two soon became a rapid three tap, five.

His adrenaline took over, pounding you and your pussy so completely down into the sheets you could do nothing more than whine, moan and cry out his name.

"H-Hoshi I’m - so close -" You managed to garble, trapped as his torso lowered to your back. At this angle, it hurt good and pleasure swelled in your gut faster than expected.

"Hoshi please, I need - please, please -" Hoshi moaned softly, reaching to slip a hand under your belly to fumble at your clit. However clumsy, the release of tension was appreciated.

Hoshi rumbled a growl against your back so deep you felt it against your tailbone.

‘You can cum, beautiful. Hurry.’

Wherever his voice was, it echoed like an instruction clear and sanctified inside your brain.

You came once around his cock, pussy clenching down as his nimble fingers danced against your bud. Unlike the hips that caused that deep body sweeping ache in the pit of your womb.

Hoshi started to reach his crescendo shortly after; his body language and stuttering pace served as a fair warning that he was going to ride you through this together, no matter how much noise you both made.

"Y/N - I won't - I won't last much longer. If you're sure you want me to mark you. If you’re sure you want this. To be linked for life. Now's the time to yell. Quick, Y/N. I want to hear you say it."

Hoshi's panted and parted words against your cheek were hot and dove straight through the lust into your brain.

Nodding with conviction your garbled one last plea, your Omega features finally found a home in your brain. For you weren't just taking this, you were actively involved. An equal, with a kind teacher.

"Please, please Soonyoung, I want this - I'm so ready, please, fuck -"

You sobbed, pleasure turning into mind-numbing sensitivity as his thrusts slowed, becoming shallower and shallower until his teeth buried into your shoulder. The poison in his gums sent sparkling cracks like live electricity into your body through your bloodstream until it hit your brain.

Your body tipped over the edge one last final time and milked him for all that he was worth.

Soonyoung sang your praises as he licked and kissed the sore wound at your skin, nuzzling your neck. The scenting served to ground you from the poison mixing into your blood, your teary cheeks met with kisses and loving fingertips.

"Such a pretty pup, Y/N. You did so well. Shh, you're alright."

You almost cursed at the feeling of Hoshi pulling out, missing his cock already. But you were spent. Slowly coming back into the space with tears, sobs and panting breaths.

“F-fuck, Soonyoung - what’s happening? It hurts, f-fuck, please -”

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Don't fight it. Breathe, pup. You'll start to feel a little differently in a minute. Focus on my voice."

You hadn't passed out due to your orgasm, thankfully.

But your new issue was that the reaction your body had to Hoshi's bite was so strong you had to be held together. Body trembling in a foreign kind of chemical pain that mixed with the quivering aftermath of an amazing orgasm.

Oddly, the tingling spreading in your every cell was sadistically pleasant after a few seconds.

You understood now, why wolf bites were associated with sinful lust. If you weren’t so spent, your body would have been raring to go all over again.

Hoshi lowered your torso to the bed, loving hands undoing the tie around your wrists and shushing your noises.

"I'm all yours now, Y/N. We’re bonded. Try to relax - I’ve been told it tends to hurt more if you fight it. Breathe. You’re so brave pup, let it settle."

He placed kisses on your skin, tentative to listen to your noises. You sniffled, sobbed and hiccuped. So overwhelmed by emotions and feelings that the post-nut clarity made you cry with such relief it was hard to calm back down.

Hoshi collapsed on his side with a grunt. Gently guiding you to your side as he lay beside you. He reached for your skin with care, pulling your body towards him.

"Give it a second, keep remembering to breathe. You got this."

"It hurts Soonie -" You gulped against Hoshi's chest, finally feeling the chemical beating in your chest.

It felt as if popping candy had been poured into your bloodstream. Causing you to curl into him as the poison hit your heart.

A few solid and laboured pumps of your heart later - coupled with a few loud cries and panted breaths - your mind caught up and you began to calm down.

"Easy, pup. I'm here. You're okay. Focus on me."

Feeling the aftermath of your activities, Hoshi breathed heavily over the top of your head. His chest and rib cage moved against you, your trembling hands pressing against his skin.

In the afterglow, Soonyoung kissed your forehead. Granting you space to think before talking. You wiped your eyes, slipping your arms under his and pulling closer against him until you were truly enveloped.

You both felt whole, for once. It was the strangest thing.

'Are you good, Y/N?' Hoshi's voice prompted softly.

Before you realised it was received mentally you just nodded. But then it struck you. You frowned as you moved to look up at him, sparks still whooshing underneath your skin.

"What the fuck, Soonyoung? Were you just in my head?" You mumbled with pinched brows.

He all but burst into laughter, giggling at your reaction. He nodded.

"Yeah, we can do that now. You might also be able to talk to others like that, now. I'm not really sure how it works with Omegas though. Guess it depends on the scenario. Think of it like whispering, I guess. I'll teach you how, sometime?"

With such a tired smile like that, you couldn't resist a nod and quick kiss to his chest.

"Please, and thank you."

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"Hey, Hosh?" You asked after a while, pulling back to see his gorgeous naturally dark brown eyes ready to see your face. He hummed in response, waiting for your question.

"Why is everything so loud, suddenly? Have I like, levelled up after mad sex, or have I gone legitimately mad?"

Hoshi giggled at you, pinching your cheeks. Shaking his head.

"Quit playing!" You quipped at him, laughing against his skin. "Seriously, like - even the air sounds different? Or is that - oh!” You gasped.

“That’s not the air. That’s your - pulse. Okay, great. I can hear your blood moving. Fantastic. This isn’t going to become distracting or anything. What if I start to hear everyone’s pulse? Oh my god, I might have to wear earplugs… What if I can never not wear them out in public again? Oh God, I’m not sure I want that Hosh?"

Hoshi shook his head gently, moving hairs away from your eyes with a shy giggle before explaining.

"Stop panicking, Y/N. You're not mad. It's just - your hearing might be a little more sensitive than before. Like this -" He traced the outside of your ear, giggling as you flinched away from the sudden intense sound of a finger sounding next to your brain.

"Or this." He whispered, flicking his fingers together at an arm’s length away from your head.

"Huh." You scoffed, amused at the clarity. Such a minute sound but when you strained to listen to it, it was almost as if it was right next to your ear.

“You'll learn to tune it out, but honestly it does come in handy sometimes. It might take a while to get used to. No biggy. We'll figure it out together."

You peered up at him, intrigued as he grew timid.

"Cause like, we are kind of together now if you think about it? I mean, aren't we? Like, I don't want to pressure you into making a decision or anything, but umm, it would be a little tricky if you wanted to pull out now, so..."

Wow, you had never seen such a shy emotion run through a man before. With a reassuring grin, you hugged him closer with the small strength you had left. He held you back, hand splaying over your spine.

"Of course we're a thing now, idiot. That was the best sex of my life Soonyoung. My ears have legitimately expanded. I'd say I love you if I wasn't so mad at you for biting me in such a sensitive spot, clown boy."

At your accusatory tone, Hoshi scratched his neck apologetically. You pulled back to watch his beautiful smile.

"Ahh, sorry about that. You look hot as shit though. Or at least, you will when it heals. Sorry, not sorry?"

You scoffed at his direct hit on you for maybe the first time but settled into a silent agreement.

This was good. The two of you had bonded and your hearts were tied together with tight strings of fate. All tangled up and delightfully warm.

“How does any of this extra sense help you guys, though? Isn’t it super overwhelming?”

Hoshi stalled at your innocence, scratching his head and rolling onto his back.

“Err, well, that’s hard to explain, to be honest?” He let out a large exhale, hand drifting to your shoulders as you shuffled onto your belly. Leaning against his side, your hip sat on top of his. You placed your chin on your hands on top of his chiselled chest, enjoying this new skinship.

He was hot as fuck.

“You can generally read a room a lot faster and clearer when things like smells and small actions are involved? I’m not really sure how to explain it.

“It's not something you like, have to verbally explain - usually you just kinda get it? Sorry, I know that's not very helpful."

You nodded, open to understanding.

You presumed it was a lot like asking a multilingual person what language they thought in. It depends on the situation and mood.

"Wolves tend to act a little differently depending on what time of the month it is, or their place of hierarchy in a pack.

“Maybe I'll ask Jeonghan to introduce you to a Beta soon? You might be able to feel it a bit better then. Meeting the pack won't be for a while yet though, flower. That might be a lil' much.”

You hummed in thought before nodding.

“Sure, that would be nice. I think I kind of get it, though. When I can feel you near I feel a lot more… stable in myself? Like a missing piece has returned?

“You smell nice, I guess. If I know you're in the room then I can do things more carelessly, I guess. I'm not sure I would be able to put a finger on why I feel this way though. Don't let it go to your head."

Hoshi smiled, running a thumb between and over your eyebrows.

He had never mentioned it, but you had grounded him to this earth. The incessant threat and anxiety surrounding his disease had gone; the symptoms eased into nothing but an old memory when he was around you.

"You make me feel safer too, Y/N. Please don't forget that."

Oof. That shit hurt.

"I get scared too, sometimes. Especially when I know there's a possibility someone I love is in agonising pain, and I can't be there to support them. Like at the hotel - I was stressed for literal hours, Y/N."

Your smile became playful, tongue poking your cheek. Hoshi quirked his brow.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, just you saying that you love me. It's cute."

Hoshi scoffed before laughing from his belly, eyes crescented against plump cheeks. He held you closer, chin atop the crown of your head. You smiled against your hand.

"Stop it." He giggled as his bashful side started showing.

"Say it again." You hummed, almost purring. Hoshi groaned playfully.

"Fine, okay. I guess I like, love you. Like, a lot?"

And he did. Truly. Over the past few days, the consistent ache in his bones that he had known his whole life due to Moon Fever, had diminished almost entirely. He did not doubt that if the two of you truly did stick together, it would dissipate into a memory.

You pulled your body up on your elbows with a mockingly angry face.

"Kwon Soonyoung! That was barely half an effort! Give it some conviction wolf, Christ!"

Hoshi erupted into nervous laughter, hiding his face as he grew beet red.

"Ahh shit. How else am I meant to say it? I think you've got me good here. I'm fucked up, long term."

You snorted. "That makes two of us."

"I love you, Y/N. Seriously, whatever happens, let's be there for each other."

"That was cringe as hell and definitely quoted from somewhere you humongous nerd," You poked, ignoring his offended noises above.

"But, obviously, I love you too, Soonyoung.

“And of course I'll always wait for you. Always."

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (1 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (2 / 3)

Spider-Boy Is A Dog In This One - (3 / 3) - FINALE

well would you look at that: updated 03/OCTOBER/2021

[local80smotel]

All knowing love

pairing; V x Trans Man! Reader

summary; being under V's loving and watchful eye.

requested; Anonymous

rating; T

warnings; transphobia, parental abuse (physical), hints of suicide (but never outright said)

word count; 2185

A/N; this isn't wasn't the fluffiest thing I could write but once talking to my trans boyfriend I couldn't help but feel having a bit of angst was acceptable.

When Y/N was still just a child, he knew something was off about him. Not something "bad" or "wrong" that people would call this feeling when he'd tell them. "It's just a phase" was a comment that was thrown at them mostly by their parents when they were still in their teens, just before high Chancellor Sutler was ever in the eye of politics. Oh, how those days would seem like a humid southern summer walk compared to when Sutler came into the picture. The transphobia he had experienced grew like how weeds grow in futile soil.

The comments like "You're confused" slowly started to warp into something more demeaning to the boy as the Chancellor candidate's toxic grip on the people of England started to squeeze any "unwanted" life out of it. "Undesirable" life as he would call it. When hair was cut after Sutler was elected, there weren't small arguments anymore that would be fixed when he'd be asked if he were hungry and wanted to eat supper with them. It became violent and unlike the people who had raised him for the last 15 years. Having handfuls of freshly cut hair be ripped out because his mother was holding him by his scalp just to yell in his face how much of a monster he was broke his heart.

Was it fear that caused this? Were they scared of losing their only child as many other families had? Was their bundle of joy in their life really an undesirable and the cause of this virus outbreak? Just why? He'd ask himself that as he was packing his bags in preparation to leave the family home for good.

Three long years had passed and at the ripe age of 18, he moved out into the busy streets of London. A small pit in his stomach began to form as the sickening feeling came back. The cause of it was from one simple but yet complex question; could he survive in this fascist regime? Sadness also fueled this emotional fire, sadness from knowing he'd have to use so many things he knew was wrong and didn't describe him truthfully just so he could get a place to come to when curfew hit; The name that was long dead to him the second it was given to him and female pronouns. He'd be signing his own death certificate if he put Y/N instead of his deadname on his application to rent.

They'd look it up and find no Y/N L/N in England and call the police on him in a split second. Shivers ran down his spine as he imagined what would happen to him if that became a reality. No one knew what happened when you were deemed "undesired" but everyone after having Sulter for three years knew that they would go missing and would be never seen of or heard from again. You were just wiped off the face of the Earth.

Y/N lucky had enough money saved from working in retail for the past 2 years to get a small apartment. When he was finally given the keys to the place he couldn't help but sigh in relief. At least in this tiny space, he could be his true self without shaking in fear as he had in his past while being stuck in his parents' home. The next three years were some of the worse when it came to dysphoria. Being forced to go to work almost every day and be called ma'am or miss and be deadnamed constantly damaged his mental health to the point it felt easier just to be open with his identity.

Anything would be better than being forced to hide in this shell of terror. Nights of panic attacks and sobbing that sounded like a wounded animal as he laid on the rotten wooden floor became a routine. On the morning of his 21st birthday, he woke up in the late afternoon. There was no panic in him when he realized he was late for work, how could someone care when this would be their last day on Earth?

With scissors in his hand, he grabbed his hair and began to chop it off sloppily but that didn't matter to him as long as it was finally short like it was when he was a child, and that was enough for him. The thought that when the police would see him, that'd see a man instead of what society had deemed him brought a smile to the young adult. The feeling of freedom pumped through his veins as he went on with his day. It felt odd but refreshing to feel the cold air from his AC on his neck as he fixed himself some bacon and eggs. It wasn't the fanciest thing someone could eat on this day, but it was enough for him.

Around ten AM he left his flat, walking with newfound confidence due to his hair and now his wrapped chest. He had heard from the grapevine that wrapping one's chest in medical bandages could cause serious damage like nerve loss but one this final day he decided to risk it so he could pass in normal daily life. Being called sir by ticket seller at the movies brought him so much joy as he grabbed his "Count of Monte Cristo" tickets and wished them a good day as he went deeper into the movie theater to find theater four to watch the movie. Y/N was somewhat surprised to see only one other person in the audience. Sure, he was 10 minutes late but this was a classic film that was finally being let out of the vault to be watched again! Nevertheless, the man sat down a few rows in front of the figure, settling down into the uncomfortable chair.

“I didn't expect you to come.”

He could tell from how the figure's words were muffled that they were wearing a mask. Y/N turned to them with a confused look on their face.

“Excused me?” Y/N asked but their confusion just deepened as he saw that the figure was wearing.

A Guy Fawkes mask with a matching hat while wearing pitch-black clothing. The man under the mask chuckled as they stood up, Y/N couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by the height of this masked figure.

“I should have done this first so you wouldn't be so perplexed, ” he cleared his throat as began monologing, using many words that start with the letter V in his speech which in turn slightly impressed the 21-year-old.

“But you can simply call me V.”

"V" said while taking a bow

Y/N couldn't help but snicker at this display of some kind of knightship which in turn had V cocked his head in slight confusion on what could be so funny

“Well, Mr. V, might I ask why you're here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but as I am apparently on a tight schedule I won't elaborate”

“Tight sch-” the man interrupted them by placing his leather glove covered finger on top of their lips

“Yes, very much tight schedule as I only have 2 hours till your self made demise am I correct?”

He was blown away at the fact this random stranger knew of his most shameful plan, but the feeling of shock was soon replaced with anger. This creep was stalking me! He thought as he slapped away the masked man, getting up from his chair as he did so.

“You have some right talking to me like that!” he yelled as he started to march away from them.

V reached out and grabbed their hair in a somewhat gentle way

“Y/N wait please, ” he sighed as Y/N stopped who's face was twisted in bitterness “I understand how you feel Y/N, I truly do. I was labeled an undesirable so please don't think that I've been keeping an eye on you in for any other reason than just to keep you safe.”

When he said this Y/N rage seemed to melt away slowly. How was he able to survive being an undesirable? So many questions filled the male's head but the only word he could speak was

“How?”

V let go of his hair as he straightened his posture “If you come with me I'll tell you.”

The more sensible side of the man told him to run away from this masked freak and enjoy what little time you had left in peace but something stopped him. After a moment of silence, he nodded to V's pleasure. He took the 21-year old by the hand and lead them to the back exit. The two walked down the alley and what drew Y/N's eye other than the 6'3 black mass was the posters. Every single one they pasted seemed to have a V cut into them.

He broke the long silence with another question “Did you mark those posters?”

“Does a raven speak?”

“But why?”

V didn't stop walking but he could feel his eyes on him. For being an undesirable he sure seems fine being out after curfew Y/N thought as they waited for the answer.

“The people deserve a symbol. Something to get them through this.”

He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that but quickly shut it once the meanings of the words came to mind. Maybe he wasn't this creep, more like this country's guardian angel that would save them all from high Chancellor Sutler. It didn't take long for him to reach what Y/N guessed as V's home which turned out to be an abandoned Victoria station. Y/N looked over at him with an eyebrow raised as V opened the hatch that kept the station locked to the public who had originally thought it was abandoned. V turned back to the man and gave him his hand simply saying "follow me, sir Y/N".

Once V was given the curious man's hand he rubbed his thumb over their knuckles before tenderly pulling them inside. He held the hand as they walked in the pitch black, guiding them until they found a giant door which to Y/N's touch felt like it had complex carvings in them. When the masked man opened the door Y/N couldn't help but wince as golden light hit his E/C eyes that had just gotten used to the dark. He had expected V to let go of his hand once they reached his "lair" but he didn't. Oh, what a perplexing and mysterious man he was.

Y/N would be lying if he said his face wasn't blushing at this moment in time. V led them deeper into his beautiful home until both of them to were behind his couch which was black leather. In front of the said couch was a glass coffee table with a box on it. Y/N's hand was finally let go of as V sat on the couch.

“Come sit, I have something to give you.”

“But you said-”

“Please?”

He sighed as he complied, arms folded as he sat next to him. V opened the box and to Y/N's surprise, there was a biner in it. Once again, all he could ask was "How?" as all production and selling of items that could help trans folk was banned just as the Koran was. The masked man took the folded bundle into his giant hands and gave it to them once again shocked male.

“Life has been tough enough on you even if we don't add our government into it. Thank you for holding on. For surviving this long and not letting them take away your love for life and your fighting spirit.”

Without any hesitation, Y/N pulled V into a tight embrace with tears threatening to fall. No one had ever put their life in danger to give them this piece of happiness like this stranger had. All he could do was whimper out a "thank you" as a sob shook his chest deeply.

“Since I showed you my lair, you're going to have to stay till the next November the fifth, is that okay?”

Y/N couldn't help but nod immediately. He could finally be somewhere he was truly accepted for who he really was; a man who was just simply given the wrong body at birth.

V placed his hands on top of the weeping H/C man, stroking the uneven hair and placed his head onto the others.

“I'm cooking ham, is that okay?”

“mmhmm..”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

[bluetiefling]

Sanditon Season 2 Wish List

Divided between things I think season 2 absolutely needs to reach its potential, and things I don’t 100% need but I would love. Special thanks to @beavesaintmarie and @eleonoraditoledo for all the great discussions we’ve had about this and to whom I attribute many of these ideas!

Most important:

Sidney and Charlotte having at least one torrid make out while he’s still engaged to Eliza. The kind that’s like up against a wall or a tree, and there’s tongue and their hands are just everywhere, and they almost take it too far before one of them pumps the brakes. The culmination of several episodes of unbearable tension before they can’t take it anymore.

Sidney and Charlotte having sex while he’s still engaged to Eliza. I’m realistic about how unlikely this is but I legitimately think this is an important step in their relationship arc, particularly for Charlotte, and it’s not just because I really wanna see them bone under the most dramatic circumstances possible. This would be about Charlotte’s own emotional journey she’s been on since she arrived in Sanditon and came of age - realizing for herself that she wants Sidney, come hell or high water, and she stops being guarded, stops being shy and afraid about the immensity of her feelings, or worrying about what the right and proper and unselfish thing is. It’d be about Charlotte learning how messy love really is, and diving in anyway. Ideally this would be when Charlotte confesses her love and finds the words and bravery to express everything Sidney means to her, which she of course didn’t get the opportunity to do in season 1. And like yeah, their first time on screen will be that much hotter if they don’t know if it’s going to be their only night together or not, and this ship Deserves that intensity.

A DEDICATED ARC ABOUT FIXING SIDNEY AND GEORGIANA’S RELATIONSHIP WHERE THEY GET REAL SCENES OF THEM TALKING THINGS OUT AND THEY CAN GET TO A GOOD PLACE OF TRUST AND AFFECTION AND BE A FAMILY. They have a lot in common now over their romantic woes and that’s a great starting point for them to start fresh and try to bond. And yeah just, give them complete conversations where they can clear all the misunderstandings between them.

A raw and honest confrontation between Sidney and Tom. It’s got to address everything from Tom’s screw ups to how they got to this point where even years after Tom bailed out Sidney, he still feels he’s obligated to throw his lifelong happiness under the bus for Tom’s sake, while Tom is barely perceptive of Sidney’s emotional state on a good day. This can’t be swept under the rug.

Belligerent UST again for Sidney and Charlotte! Let the pain of this separation strain them so much it bubbles over into anger and frustration, and they need to pick fights with each other because it’s become something comfortable for them, and it’s a release from being that sad and tense all the time over not being together. Sidney agonizes over Charlotte’s determination to be stoic around him so he resorts to provoking her to know she still cares. Charlotte snaps at him over something kinda innocuous because she’s so frustrated about everything else. If there’s another guy contending for Charlotte’s heart let Sidney provoke a big argument with her over it, let her be furious with him for not letting her move on while deep down she desperately wants to see this jealousy from him. Etc etc! These two do that kind of snarky tension so well and I’m so into seeing a new, season 2, version of it where feelings are out in the open.

Sidney having agency when the time comes for the dissolution of him and Eliza. I feel it’s important that when the engagement (or marriage? idk how far it’ll get but we’ll see) ends, it’s a hard choice Sidney makes while there’s still potential consequences he would bear, such as being labeled dishonorable or when Tom’s money situation is not secure yet, etc. I think it’s important for Sidney’s own journey of recovering his self-worth and deciding he’s done sacrificing himself. There shouldn’t be external forces, like someone else swooping in with the money Tom needs, that ‘allows’ Sidney to do this easily. If anyone does swoop in to save them all at some point, it shouldn’t be the deciding factor in Sidney’s choice to free himself and his choice to be with Charlotte.

Charlotte being courted by another man in a serious way which helps her realize the depth of her own love for Sidney and that she can’t be content settling for anyone else. There’s a lot you can do with another guy trying to come in and be a contender for Charlotte’s heart, a jealous Sidney being one of those things. I want to see Charlotte put on a brave face and try to find happiness elsewhere only to find she ultimately can’t, because no one compares to what she had with Sidney, and that’s more obvious to her every day she’s around this other guy. Even better is if she and this other guy get engaged or close to it and Charlotte feels more pressured to not hurt this guy’s feelings but she uh… ends up hurting him anyway because sometimes you can’t help but be selfish when it comes to love. And that it doesn’t make her a terrible person.

Things that are not 100% necessary but I would enjoy very much (under the readmore):

A love interest for Georgiana! I’d be happy with Otis returning and him earning redemption in her eyes, but I admit that I’m keener on the idea of a romance for Gigi that we get to see develop from day one. I’m less invested if the couple already fell in love entirely off screen, so I’d love to see a new guy sweep her off her feet. I have a LOT of ideas for what kind of character this guy could be and where he comes from. Currently my favorite one is that they introduce one of Charlotte’s grown up brothers to fall in love with her? It’d be a pretty easy retcon for one of Char’s brothers to be a 20something, and he’s a hunk. Maybe we haven’t seen him yet because he’s been at university or abroad, and he and Char are super close and he decides to go to Sanditon with her. Or Gigi comes to Willingden and the brother is very into her and decides to follow her and Charlotte back to Sanditon or wherever under the guise of looking after his sister but mostly he wants to be around Gigi. Lots of fun ideas to be had and really I just love the notion of Gigi falling for Char’s brother and it leading to all kinds of cute awkwardness for everyone involved (including Sidney lol). (ideal actor to play this role would be Thomas Doherty! someone save him from the CW pls)

AN EPISODE TAKING PLACE AROUND A COUNTRY HOUSE PARTY. BABINGTON’S HOUSE PERHAPS? House party shenanigans are such a fun staple of historical romance and I’d love it if this was season 2’s version of the London episode, where the action shifts to a different location temporarily and it raises the tension and stakes all around. I want Babington to see how unhappy and stressed Sidney is and he and Esther decide to invite a few friends to spend the weekend with them at their estate. Babington deliberately picks a weekend when he knows Eliza is busy. Tells Sidney to get his ass over there to just chill out for a few days. Esther invites Charlotte. Neither Sidney nor Charlotte realize the other is going to be there until IT’S TOO LATE. Cue all kinds of opportunities for them to get stuck alone with each other in and around Babington’s humongous house and expansive gardens or wherever. This could even be the place they finally just give in and sleep together (Sidney’s guest room will conveniently be just down the hall from Charlotte’s of course)

Replace Stringer with a new guy to be Charlotte’s love interest and a rival to Sidney. Like… I know they probably won’t and we’re stuck with him but Stringer just didn’t do it for me at all and I already know that if they make me sit through his bumbling courtship of Charlotte next season it’s gonna be tedious. I don’t want to hear about his class woes or his dad angst or watch him try to conjure up a whole relationship with Charlotte in his head like he did in season 1 again lol. And the jealous Sidney and alternative courtship story line I want for Charlotte next season won’t be as strong as it could be if they rely on Stringer, because I’ll never believe that Sidney is truly threatened by this guy or that Charlotte could ever see it for him. Like I said, we’re 99% for sure stuck with him but ugh… what if…….

IF THEY DID BRING A NEW GUY TO ROMANCE CHARLOTTE have him be an enemy from Sidney’s past! Of all the options for such a character this to me would be the most fun. Have him be rich and attractive as well to make him even more of a threat for Sidney to sweat over. He can be a good guy at heart who sincerely likes Charlotte or he could just be showing interest in her to mess with Sidney – or a bit of both! Maybe this guy’s actually in love with Eliza and this is all a ploy to get to her! Whatever, it’s all good to me. (CAST DAVID OAKES AS THIS DUDE)

Sidney and Eliza have an honest confrontation. Like I want to see Sidney directly challenge Eliza on this idea that they can just recapture what they used to have when it must be so obvious to her by now that it’s impossible. Eliza being forced to face that Sidney will never love her again, even with time, and questioning if what she really wants is another loveless marriage. I’m into Eliza being the bitchy villainess most of the season but it’d be great too if this story ends with her giving up Sidney graciously.

SIDNEY BEING A WRECK. Especially when season 2 opens. He’s drinking and staying out all night. He’s got a beard of sadness growing in. He’s self-destructive. It gets bad enough that his friends and Tom have to say something (maybe this leads to the big blowup with Tom?). Maybe Eliza even gets desperate enough to ask Charlotte to talk to him lol. I just wanna see Sidney Not Able To Deal and trying to drown out the pain.

Sidney and Arthur becoming closer! To me it feels like Arthur and Sidney don’t know each other that well, perhaps because Arthur was a fair bit younger and was off at school while Sidney was already grown up and running off to Antigua and whatnot. Arthur really proved his quality in season 1 and it’d be lovely for them to bond, especially for Sidney to be closer to a brother who doesn’t need or expect him to look after his interests. And for Arthur to get validation and affection from his distant older brother who he cares for a lot but who hasn’t paid much attention to him in turn for a long time.  

Lady Susan whisking Charlotte off to London to cheer her up and introducing her to a bunch of eligible bachelors. I’d love it if this was how the new season began, with Charlotte going to London and not expecting to see Sidney and hoping she doesn’t, but of course she does. And this can be how Charlotte meets the new rival love interest I really want lol. Gigi should be around for this too! Have the two friends reunite at a London party before they eventually return to Sanditon together.

Sidney and Charlotte skinny dipping together! Lmao but seriously! Maybe this can be a scene that happens when the drama is all over and they’re free to be together, like either when they’re engaged or even already married. Maybe it’s the last scene of them in the show, even? It’s poetic, okay!

Edward being a more substantial villain figure and Clara showing up pregnant with his kid! Lol I feel like these two could as easily not return at all next season but if they do, I wanna see Edward level up his villainhood and for Clara to return in a big way, showing you should never count her out. I’d like to see them cause problems for Esther and Babington somehow to give those two something else to grapple with while navigating their first year of marriage together.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST – a backstory twist revealing that Sidney is the illegitimate son of Georgiana’s father, and it’s the real reason why Sidney was entrusted with looking after her! This felt like such an obviously great twist to me all of season 1 and I kept waiting for it to happen. It contextualizes EVERYTHING so perfectly. It would do a lot to explain Sidney’s strained position when it comes to where he stands with the other Parkers. Why he has so little self-worth and feels like he’s gotta do dramatic things like destroy his own happiness for their sake. He’s secretly been a Fake Parker this whole time and so there’s that much more pressure to prove himself to them. It’s a big part of why he went off on Charlotte that night at the ball, when she essentially told him he’s nothing like his two brothers, something that is an inadvertently sensitive subject for him. It explains why Sidney looks nothing like his siblings lol. It could be the reason why he went to Antigua when he was looking for an escape from his Eliza depression years ago. Like he thought maybe he should go meet his real father who he just found out about from his mother, or perhaps Mr. Lambe wrote him a letter revealing the truth, etc. Sidney’s looking for an anchor and tries to connect with him, goes into business with him via the sugar trade against his better judgment, ends up largely regretting the whole experience. Unexpectedly comes away from it with a young half-sister who he is now responsible for and to whom he can’t reveal the truth of their relationship because it’s such a complicated source of shame for him. He probably hasn’t ever told Tom the truth let alone this girl who resents him immediately. He thinks it’s better to just keep Georgiana at arm’s length even though his obligation to her as both guardian and secret older brother makes him want to do better by her, even though he doesn’t really know how yet. I was dying for this to be true because I know it could lead to some deeply poignant scenes between him and Gigi once she found out. I know it’s unlikely now and they probably didn’t put as much thought into this backstory beyond some boring life debt to her father, but I still want it to come true, and there’s no reason it can’t still come to fruition I think. It’d be an amazing revelation to use towards further developing and fixing Sidney and Georgiana’s relationship. They already act like siblings, too, and a twist that reveals they were actual siblings all along would be quite cathartic. I’d really love to see how it would affect Gigi, too, who seemingly has no family left alive and has felt so isolated. MY KIDS DESERVE THIS STORY LINE BASICALLY.  

[winterschild999]

CAUGHT

SUMMARY - Bucky , your boyfriend ,who has been abroad for a week catches you masturbating to the movie ‘The Bronze’. (you know the infamous gymnastic sex scene )

A/N - This fic needed more work than usual so Taw @supersoldierslover Thank you so much babe. 

WARNINGS- Masturbation , unprotected sex ( pls practice safe sex guys), maybe a little embarrassment. (also lot less curses , but still a few . I can’t help it .)

 (but I do .) 

For the past one week Bucky had been abroad on a meeting with the other avengers .Yeah , 7 days weren’t a lot but you still missed him like crazy . Work kept you busy until the evening but the nights were the worst . You hated sleeping alone in the house . So you kept the lights on and slept in the living room or mostly occupied yourself by watching a movie until you just dozed off to sleep.

Just 2 days back you had been going through movies on Netflix to watch. As you were going through them your eyes fall on a whole section of movies of a particular actor, Sebastian Stan  . He looked uncannily similar to Bucky . And so you ended up saving a few to watch later .  The covenant and Labyrinth arethe ones you watched the past two days . And today was the day you were going to watch The Bronze.

Honestly you decided not to watch it and just masturbate That was one other thing .You and Bucky pretty much had sex every day . And to not have Bucky here was sexually frustrating . You thought you would wait until he comes back but it was getting to much .

But you had just one movie left and just decided to touch yourself after watching it.

With a vibrator by your side and only in your bra and panties you settled on the sofa in front of TV .

The before two movies were of Sebastian when he was a little younger .So it wasn’t the Bucky you were used to . But Lance Tucker looked exactly like him. The haircut and the behaviour was a little/lot different but the walk , the broad shoulders, thick thighs were as beautiful as Lance’s . You scolded yourself for lusting over a man who wasn’t Bucky . It was completely wrong right? Well he kinda looked like Bucky so you couldn’t help yourself . 

As the movies progresses the cocky nature of Lance was growing on you .And the way he licked his lips ,ran his fingers through his hair was just doing stuff to you . Unclasping your bra you squeezed your breasts looking at Lance imagining him to be Bucky in front of you . His big hands pushing your breasts together, pinching at your nipples .

Moans spilled out of your mouth as you touched yourself while watching him.  It was then that the sex scene started . Quickly standing up and removing your panties, you press your vibrator directly to your clit.

“Ohh my god.” You moan at the intensity of the vibrations .

Bucky has never been rough with you while having sex . Most nights it was love making . And to see Lance fucking Hope like this made you want Bucky to do this to you.

You push two fingers into your leaking pussy and start pumping them in and out of you see Lance fucking Hope from the back as hard as he could.

“Hey babe .I’m home.”, you hear from the hallway .

You jump from your place on the sofa switching off the TV and try to cover yourself with the pillows.

“Hey.”, he says entering the room as he looks at you .His eyes roam all over your naked form(boobs to be specific)

“Hey , Bucky. You’re back!!!”, you run towards him and jump in his arms hugging his huge figure.

 “I missed you baby.” He presses a kiss on the top of your head.

“I missed you more.” You got on your toes and kissed his lips.

His arms wrap around your waist deepening the kiss.

“Why are you naked though? Not that I mind.”, he asks with an eye brow raised.

“I was just...I ....I just wanted to be comfortable while watching the movie.”

“Hmm, what movie . I am not really that tired . We could watch it together.”, he said smiling down at you .

“NO!!!!”, you scream and snatch the remote out of his hand .

“What’s the deal baby? Why you acting weird? What were you watching huh?”  He stalks towards you until your back hits the wall .

“Nothing .  I was watching nothing . Just some boring movie.”, you laugh awkwardly.

“Okay .Then give me the remote.”, he reached behind you and grabs hold of the remote and pulls it from your hand .

He switched the  TV back on and the paused video comes on display .

“Hmmmm , interesting .”, he says looking at the still image of where you paused it .He un-pauses it an continues to watch the video without a hint of emotion in his face. You continue looking at him not knowing what to do .After the sex scene was over he switched off the TV and slowly turned towards you .

“Were you touching yourself looking at him?” “No...I was...He looks like you so I was imagining you.”

He looked so fucking hot but at the same time scary . He looked like he could eat you right then and there. But you didn’t know if it stemmed out of lust or anger.

“Is that what you want baby?”, he asked.

“Hmmm?”, you answered in confusion .

He walked towards you in ling steps as you walked backwards.

“You want me to fuck you?” A moan slips from your mouth at his words.

“You don’t like it slow and sweet do you? You want it hard . You want me to fuck your brains out. Hmm. Is that what you want.” He asked with a growl.

You were caged between him and the wall .His hands were above your head. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thigh at his words.

“Tell me Y/N.”

“Yes. Please. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to be rough with me . Fuck me unt.....”

You squealed when his lips touched yours . He pulled your naked body against his covered one and kissed you passionately .His tongue exploring your mouth leaving you a moaning mess. He turned you around and pressed you against the wall pulling at your hips .

“Stand wide.”, he commanded.

You did as he told and turned back to see what he was doing. “Nuh uh. Face to the wall . No peaking.”

You whined but obliged. You heard his zipper and the clink of his belt falling to the ground. “Fuck you look so fucking good look like this. So pretty.”, his hand making a slick sound . He was stroking his cock. “Mmmm , such a pretty ass.” The words are accompanied by a slap to your ass.

You moan moving your ass back,

“More?”he asks surprised.

“Yes sir.” You say wiggling your ass , you hear a chuckle.

“I fucking love this side of you .So needy.” Another slap to your other cheek .

“Got me so hard here.” You feel his lips behind you ear, his cock against your ass.

He runs his cock along your slit coating it with your juices.

“So wet . Do you want the gold baby?” His lips pressing kisses along your neckYou chuckle at his words.

“I want your gold sir . Give it to me.”

He thrust into you harshly before you could ready yourself.

“Ohhhhfuuu....” His fingers wrap around your neck , you back arched towards the wall.

“You like that? Such a dirty girl you are.” “Yeah , just like that . It feels so good.” You head falls on his shoulder as his thrusts get harder and his pace quickens.

“You take my cock so good. Squeezing my cum out . Shit....”  His bites your shoulder as you walls contract around his cock deliciously.

“Bucky....”

“I know .Me too.  Oh god. So close...stop doing that or I’ll cum before you.”

“I am doing nothing.”, you say innocently. You were tightening your pussy bringing him closer to the edge.

His pace faltered but he pushed in deeper pressing at your g-spot with every thrust.

“Shit...shit..shit.”, you chant as the heat inside you rose , the coil begging to be unfurled.

“Cum for me.”

Your knees give out as you cum harder than ever before, thankfully you are held against Bucky by his hands around you as he empties himself deep inside you.

You could barely register him picking you up and laying you down on the bed. You rest your head on his chest as his fingers play with your hair.

“I look nothing like that guy.”, he says after a few minutes of silence. You chuckle.

“You look exactly like him Bucky .Even in the other movies, he kinda....” “Oh. So you watched more of his movies huh. Did you fuck yourself to those too.”

“Are you jealous?”, you ask with a smirk plastered to your face.

“Of him?Right . Hell no.”, he says plainly.

“I am sorry . I didn’t mean to.”, you apologize feeling guilty.

“Hey, I am not angry . Maybe he kinda does look like me.” He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes.

“I told you he does.”, you whisper.

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